they clamour to Ponteos,

and to Proeos

leap, swift to kiss, to curl, to creep,

lover to mistress.

What wave, what love, what foam,

for Ooos who moves swift as the sea?

Ah stay, my heart, the weight

of lovers, of loneliness

drowns me,

alas that their very names

so press to break my heart

with heart-sick weariness,

what would they be,

the very gods,

rearing their mighty length

beside the unharvested sea?

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"NOT HONEY"

Not honey,

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