Early Dawn

O Cruel dawn, how swift your beams
To vex a lover's rest;
I've slept but for an hour it seems
Warm on my Demo's breast.

Others find joy in morning's light
While I in anguish grieve,
O turn again your hasty flight
And come as star of eve.

O turn again, as long ago
You learned your steps to trace,
When Zeus commanded—‘Backward go,
Nor see Alcmena's face.’
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Meleager
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