Excerpt: ...of all affection, dear home, my nativity, Whom in anguish I deserting, as in hatred a runaway From a master, hither have hurried to the lonely woods of Ide, To be with the snows, the wild beasts, in a wintery domicile, To be near each savage houser that a surly fury provokes, 55 What horizon, O beloved, may attain to thee anywhere? Yet an eyeless orb is yearning ineffectually to thee. For a little ere returneth the delirious hour again. Shall a homeless Attis hie him to the groves uninhabited? Shall he leave a country, wealth, friends? bid a sire, a mother, adieu? 60 The palaestra lost, the forum, the gymnasium, the course? O unhappy, fall a-weeping, thou unhappy soul, for aye. For is honour of any semblance, any beauty but of it I? Pg 52 Who, a woman here, in order was a man, a youth, a boy, To the sinewy ring a fam'd flower, the gymnasium's applause. 65 With a throng about the portal, with a populace in the gate, With a flowery coronal hanging upon every column of home, When anew my chamber open'd, as awoke the sunny morn. O am I to live the god's slave? feodary be to Cybele? Or a Maenad I, an eunuch? or a part of a body slain? 70 Or am I to range the green tracts upon Ida snowy-chill? Be beneath the stately caverns colonnaded of Asia? Be with hind that haunts the covert, or in hursts that house the boar? Woe, woe the deed accomplish'd woe, woe, the shame to me " From rosy lips ascending when approached the gusty cry 75 To celestial ears recording such a message inly borne, Cybele, the thong relaxing from a lion-haled yoke, Said, aleft the goad addressing to the foe that awes the flocks