Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics  by Bliss Carman     WHAT shall we
do, Cytherea? Lovely Adonis is dying.     Ah, but we mourn him!
Will he return when the Autumn Purples the earth, and the
sunlight        Sleeps in the vineyard?  Will he return when the
Winter Huddles the sheep, and Orion     Goes to his hunting?
Ah, but thy beauty, Adonis,  With the swoft spring and the south
wind,     Love and desire!