sees, in fact, is the substance of the poem. The whole passage from Ovid is of great anthropological interest:     

 ‘. . . Cum Iunone iocos et maior vestra profecto est Quam, quae contingit maribus,’ dixisse, ‘voluptas.’ Illa negat; placuit quae sit sententia docti Quaerere Tiresiae: venus huic erat utraque nota. Nam duo magnorum viridi coeuntia silva Corpora serpentum baculi violaverat ictu Deque viro factus, mirabile, femina septem Egerat autumnos; octavo rursus eosdem Vidit et ‘est vestrae si tanta potentia plagae,’ Dixit ‘ut auctoris sortem in contraria mutet, Nunc quoque vos feriam!’ percussis anguibus isdem Forma prior rediit genetivaque venit imago. Arbiter hic igitur sumptus de lite iocosa Dicta Iovis firmat; gravius Saturnia iusto Nec pro materia fertur doluisse suique Iudicis aeterna damnavit lumina nocte, At pater omnipotens (neque enim licet inrita cuiquam Facta dei fecisse deo) pro lumine adempto Scire futura dedit poenamque levavit honore. 

       221. This may not appear as exact as Sappho’s lines, but I had in mind the “longshore” or “dory” fisherman, who returns at nightfall.     

       253. V. Goldsmith, the song in The Vicar of Wakefield.     

       257. V. The Tempest, as above.     

       264. The interior of St. Magnus Martyr is to my mind one of the finest among Wren’s interiors. See The Proposed Demolition of Nineteen City Churches (P. S. King & Son, Ltd.).     

       266. The Song of the (three) Thames-daughters begins here. From line 292 to 306 inclusive they speak in turn. V. Götterdämmerung, III. i:  the Rhine-daughters.     

       279. V. Froude, Elizabeth, Vol. I, ch. iv, letter of De Quadra to Philip of Spain:     

       “In the afternoon we were in a barge, watching the games on the river.       (The queen) was alone with Lord Robert and myself on the poop, when they began to talk nonsense, and went so far that Lord Robert at last said, as I was on the spot there was no reason why they should not be married if the queen pleased.”     

       293. Cf. Purgatorio, v. 133:     

 “Ricorditi di me, che son la Pia; Siena mi fe’, disfecemi Maremma.” 

       307. V. St. Augustine’s Confessions:  “to Carthage then I came, where a cauldron 

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