T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 192122.
A Une Rebelle
By Pierre St. Ardienne
(From the French of Ibykos de Rhodes)
THEY say that you refuse to hear my prayer, O pale Hippolyte. Father Aristophanes tells me that you want to remain chaste.
Fool! This is mere illusion!
You must learn that Nature wishes, everywhere, the swoonings, the raptures, the ecstasies of dishevelled youths. Nature is strong. No woman, however uglyand you are adorable, O my Hippolytehas escaped the pangs of desire.
Couch yourself naked, this evening, in your lonely bed, and think of me before you drift to sleep.
Then, to-morrow morning, your eyes shall be rimmed with dark circles, O Hippolyte, seeker of vain chimeras! You will come to the Palace of Sappho, you will sound at the great door of the park, and my pupils, your comrades, casting roses under your sandals, singing an epithalamium, will escort you to the terrace where your Cydno, standing, gloriously nude, defying the sun, holds out her arms to you!
II LONGLE DE SYRINX
You possess the most admirable qualities in the world, O Syrinx!
You are, at the same time, slender as a runner and plump as a quail, white as a white camelia, and red, where it is becoming, as a red peony, appetizing as a young girl and lively as a matron.
I am your acknowledged slave . But, on the next occasion, pare more carefully the nail of your virile finger: you have scratched me!
Scandalize as much as it pleases you, radiant Lalage, accuse me of being old, of being ugly, of sleeping with a man, a Danish dog, an Egyptian ass or a negro slave, it matters not to me if I may but hear again your sweet laugh, your honeyed voice!