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BALAUSTION'S ADVENTURE.
I left it on the tripod in the fane,—For had not Herakles a second timeWrestled with Death and saved devoted ones?—Thank-offering to the hero. And a bandOf captives, whom their lords grew kinder toBecause they called the poet countryman,Sent me a crown of wild-pomegranate-flower:So, I shall live and die Balaustion now.But one—one man—one youth,—three days, each day,(If, ere I lifted up my voice to speak,I gave a downward glance by accident)Was found at foot o' the temple. When we sailed,There, in the ship too, was he found as well,Having a hunger to see Athens too.We reached Peiraieus; when I landed—lo,He was beside me. Anthesterion-monthIs just commencing: when its moon rounds full,We are to marry. O Euripides!
