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Book 1, Ode 5, [To Pyrrha]

What slender youth bedewed with liquid odours
Courts thee on roses in some pleasant cave,
   Pyrrha? For whom bind'st thou
   In wreaths thy golden hair,
Plain in thy neatness? O how oft shall he
On faith and changèd gods complain: and seas
   Rough with black winds and storms
   Unwonted shall admire:
Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold,
Who always vacant always amiable
   Hopes thee; of flattering gales
   Unmindful? Hapless they
To whom thou untried seem'st fair. Me in my vowed
Picture the sacred wall declares t' have hung
   My dank and dropping weeds
   To the stern god of the sea.

Credit


This poem is in the public domain.

Author


Horace

Roman lyric poet, satirist, and critic Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus) was born

Date Published: 1673-01-01

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/book-1-ode-5-pyrrha