The Priestess of Artemis

Maidens, that pass my tomb with laughter sweet, A voice unresting echoes at your feet; Pause, and if any would my story seek, Dumb as I am, these graven words will speak; Once in the vanished years it chanced to please Arista, daughter of Hermocleides, To dedicate my life in virgin bliss To thee, revered of women, Artemis! O Goddess, deign to bless my grandsire’s line, For Saon was a temple priest of thine; And grant, O Queen, in thy benefic grace, Unending fame and fortune to his race.

PELAGON

Above the lowly grave of Pelagon, Ill-fated fisher lad, Meniscus’ son, His father placed as sign of storm and strife The weel and oar, memorial of his life.

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