Odd

O Moon-goddess, I am happy Full with desire, exhausted After a long night of making love; I watched the night from Aphrodite’s temple, So did she as she kept watching, Wondering how good to feel Inside her heart the running Drops of two lovers before she was Able to see them dying along the lake. Apollo and Poseidon, blazing Through my eyes that one has become The most fragrant and delicate dreamer; I smiled at you, o Hera! Previously your appeal Purified my body with just delight; And now before them, the seldom From which I gave all that it faded.