Classic Poem

She left her father's marble halls,
When he gave up his soul to Death;
She hearkened to the dryad calls,
That whispered in the forest's breath.

Now on the Xanthus' river steeds
She flees, a foam wreath, by the dells,
Or, when her spirit surcease needs,
She wooSher couch of asphodels.

All mortal maidens bloom and die,
Jove gave her immortality.
Pure as the mountain breezes' sigh
Her bare limbs breathe virginity.

High on Parnassus' dawn-loved peak,
Or cradled in cool Delphic arms,
She hides away; and, though they seek,
No mortals ever glimpse her charms.