A Prelude
For you, Aphrodite, Love gathered in his hand this many-blossoming flower, this lovely garland.
He wove into it the lily of Diodorus, the soft white violet of Asclepiades and he bound into it Heraclitus, like a thorny rose. The vine of Dion blooms in it. And he added the golden-haired crocus of Theron and the springing wild thyme of Uliades and soft-haired Myiscus, an ever-green olive shoot, and the lovely young branch of Arates.
O sacred, O most happy island Tyre! In you is this myrrhbreathing, flower-bearing grove of Aphrodite!
He wove into it the lily of Diodorus, the soft white violet of Asclepiades and he bound into it Heraclitus, like a thorny rose. The vine of Dion blooms in it. And he added the golden-haired crocus of Theron and the springing wild thyme of Uliades and soft-haired Myiscus, an ever-green olive shoot, and the lovely young branch of Arates.
O sacred, O most happy island Tyre! In you is this myrrhbreathing, flower-bearing grove of Aphrodite!
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