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The place is calling you Aphrodite
Come to us here from Crete-to this holy
Temple:

Place of your most pleasing
Apple groves and altars smoking
Sweet with incense

Here where the waters trickle coolly
Through apple boughs, and the ground is shady
With Roses, down from the leaves that shiver
Sleep drops slowly

Here is a meadow, horses feeding;
Spring profuse with flowers, and breezes
Gently seeping

Here then Cyprian goddess bring your
Lovable person; into golden
Goblets stir your nectar, mingling
With our feasting