Classic Poem

Old Satyra and Melo bring
The Muses dear their offering:
Melo the flute that oft did please
Her father Antigenides
Whereon her lips would swiftly race,
And with it, see, this boxwood case.
To Satyra this pipe belongs,
Sweet minstrel of a lover's songs,
Companion of the evening revel
Fast bound with wax to make it level,
With it content she played through all the night
Till the sun came and smote the doors with light.