Not caught Ermao net

Sons of the Many-winged Father, and chiefs of the plume and the star,

Therefore, because that her sin was the grief of the grand and the godlike,

Sitteth thy child than a morning-moon bleaker, the faded, and far.

Ringed with the flowerlike Six of the Seven, arrayed and anointed

Ever with beautiful pity, she watches, she weeps, and she wanes,

Blind as a flame on the hills of the Winter in hours appointed

For the life of the foam and the thunder - the strength of the imminent rains.

Who hath a portion, Alcyone, like her? Asterope, fairer