Love hath an island,
And I would be there,
Love hath an island,
And nurtureth there
For men the Delights
The beguilers of care,
Cyprus, Love’s Island;
And I would be there.

At Paphos she dwelleth,
And wealth cometh there.
Afloat with the kisses
That Ocean doth bear
From the hundred streams
Like a shower unfurled
Of the Rainless River
Born out of the world;

There are the hill-sides
On Earth most fair,
Pierian hill-sides,
And melody there,
The voice of the Nine,
Is borne of the air
Over the hill-sides
And I would be there-

Olympian hill-sides,
For Heaven is there
With spirits divine
And shining of fire;
And there are the Graces,

And there is Desire.

Euripides, Bacchai J.F.R.