1

P YRRHA ! your smiles are gleams of sun
That after one another run
Incessantly, and think it fun.

2

Pyrrha! your tears are short sweet rain
That glimmering on the flower-lit plain
Zephyrs kiss back to heaven again.

3

Pyrrha! both anguish me: do please
To shed but (if you wish me ease)
Twenty of those, and two of these.