LXVI.

(LOQUITUR) BERENICE'S LOCK.

He who every light of the sky world's vastness inspected,

He who mastered in mind risings and settings of stars,

How of the fast rising sun obscured be the fiery splendours,

How at the seasons assured vanish the planets from view,

How Diana to lurk thief-like 'neath Latmian stonefields, 5

Summoned by sweetness of Love, comes from her aëry gyre;

That same Cónon espied among lights Celestial shining

Me, Berenice's Hair, which, from her glorious head,

Fulgent in brightness afar, to many a host of the Godheads

Stretching her soft smooth arms she vowed to devoutly bestow, 10

What time strengthened by joy of new-made wedlock the monarch

Bounds of Assyrian land hurried to plunder and pill;

Bearing of nightly strife new signs and traces delicious,

Won in the war he waged virginal trophies to win.

Loathsome is Venus to all new-paired? Else why be the parents' 15

Pleasure frustrated aye by the false flow of tears

Poured in profusion amid illuminate genial chamber?

Nay not real the groans; ever so help me the Gods!

This truth taught me my Queen by force of manifold 'plainings

After her new groom hied facing the fierceness of fight. 20

Yet so thou mournedst not for a bed deserted of husband,

As for a brother beloved wending on woefullest way?

How was the marrow of thee consumedly wasted by sorrow!

So clean forth of thy breast, rackt with solicitous care,

Mind fled, sense being reft! But I have known thee for certain 25

E'en from young virginal years lofty of spirit to be.

Hast thou forgotten the feat whose greatness won thee a royal

Marriage--a deed so prow, never a prower was dared?

Yet how sad was the speech thou spakest, thy husband farewelling!

(Jupiter!) Often thine eyes wiping with sorrowful hand! 30

What manner God so great thus changed thee? Is it that lovers

Never will tarry afar parted from person beloved?

Then unto every God on behalf of thy helpmate, thy sweeting,

Me thou gavest in vow, not without bloodshed of bulls,

If he be granted return, and long while nowise delaying, 35

Captive Asia he add unto Egyptian bounds.

Now for such causes I, enrolled in host of the Heavens,

By a new present, discharge promise thou madest of old:

Maugrè my will, O Queen, my place on thy head I relinquished,

Maugrè my will, I attest, swearing by thee and thy head; 40

Penalty due shall befall whoso makes oath to no purpose.

Yet who assumes the vaunt forceful as iron to be?

E'en was that mount o'erthrown, though greatest in universe, where

through

Thía's illustrious race speeded its voyage to end,

Whenas the Medes brought forth new sea, and barbarous youth-hood 45

Urged an Armada to swim traversing middle-Athos.

What can be done by Hair when such things yield them to Iron?

Jupiter! Grant Chalybon perish the whole of the race,

Eke who in primal times ore seeking under the surface

Showed th' example, and spalled iron however so hard. 50

Shortly before I was shorn my sister tresses bewailèd

Lot of me, e'en as the sole brother to Memnon the Black,

Winnowing upper air wi' feathers flashing and quiv'ring,

Chloris' wing-borne steed, came before Arsinoë,

Whence upraising myself he flies through aëry shadows, 55

And in chaste Venus' breast drops he the present he bears.

Eke Zephyritis had sent, for the purpose trusted, her bondsman,

Settler of Grecian strain on the Canopian strand.

So willèd various Gods, lest sole 'mid lights of the Heavens

Should Ariadne's crown taken from temples of her 60

Glitter in gold, but we not less shine fulgent in splendour,

We the consecrate spoils shed by a blond-hued head,

Even as weeping-wet sought I the fanes of Celestials,

Placed me the Goddess a new light amid starlights of old:

For with Virgo in touch and joining the furious Lion's 65

Radiance with Callisto, maid of Lycáon beloved,

Wind I still to the west, conducting tardy Boötes,

Who unwilling and slow must into Ocean merge.

Yet though press me o'night the pacing footprints of Godheads,

Tethys, hoary of hair, ever regains me by day. 70

(Lend me thy leave to speak such words, Rhamnusian Virgin,

Verities like unto these never in fear will I veil;

Albeit every star asperse me with enemy's censure,

Secrets in soothfast heart hoarded perforce I reveal.)

Nowise gladdens me so this state as absence torments me, 75

Absence doomèd for aye ta'en fro' my mistress's head,

Where I was wont (though she such cares unknew in her girlhood)

Many a thousand scents, Syrian unguents, to sip.

Now do you pair conjoined by the longed-for light of the torches,

Earlier yield not selves unto unanimous wills 80

Nor wi' the dresses doft your barèd nipples encounter,

Ere shall yon onyx-vase pour me libations glad,

Onyx yours, ye that seek only rights of virtuous bed-rite.

But who yieldeth herself unto advowtry impure,

Ah! may her loathèd gifts in light dust uselessly soak, 85

For of unworthy sprite never a gift I desire.

Rather, O new-mated brides, be concord aye your companion,

Ever let constant love dwell in the dwellings of you.

Yet when thou sightest, O Queen, the Constellations, I pray thee,

Every festal day Venus the Goddess appease; 90

Nor of thy unguent-gifts allow myself to be lacking,

Nay, do thou rather add largeliest increase to boons.

Would but the stars down fall! Could I of my Queen be the hair-lock,

Neighbour to Hydrochois e'en let Oarion shine.

He who scanned all the lights of the great firmament, who ascertained the

rising and the setting of the stars, how the flaming splendour of the swift

sun was endarkened, how the planets disappear at certain seasons, how sweet

love with stealth detaining Trivia beneath the Latmian crags, draws her

away from her airy circuit, that same Conon saw me amongst celestial light,

the hair from Berenice's head, gleaming with brightness, which she

outstretching graceful arms did devote to the whole of the gods, when the

king flushed with the season of new wedlock had gone to lay waste the

Assyrian borders, bearing the sweet traces of nightly contests, in which he

had borne away her virginal spoils. Is Venus abhorred by new-made brides?

Why be the parents' joys turned aside by feigned tears, which they shed

copiously amid the lights of the nuptial chamber? Untrue are their groans,

by the gods I swear! This did my queen teach me by her many lamentings,

when her bridegroom set out for stern warfare. Yet thou didst not mourn the

widowhood of desolate couch, but the tearful separation from a dear

brother? How care made sad inroads in thy very marrow! In so much that

thine whole bosom being agitated, and thy senses being snatched from thee,

thy mind wandered! But in truth I have known thee great of heart ever since

thou wast a little maiden. Hast thou forgotten that noble deed, by which

thou didst gain a regal wedlock, than which none dared other deeds bolder?

Yet what grieving words didst thou speak when bidding thy bridegroom

farewell! Jupiter! as with sad hand often thine eyes thou didst dry! What

mighty god changed thee? Was it that lovers are unwilling to be long absent

from their dear one's body? Then didst thou devote me to the whole of the

gods on thy sweet consort's behalf, not without blood of bullocks, should

he be granted safe return. In no long time he added captive Asia to the

Egyptian boundaries. Wherefore for these reasons I, bestowed 'midst the

celestial host, by a new gift fulfil thine ancient promise. With grief, O

queen, did I quit thy brow, with grief: I swear to thee and to thine head;

fit ill befall whosoever shall swear lightly: but who may bear himself peer

with steel? Even that mountain was swept away, the greatest on earth, over

which Thia's illustrious progeny passed, when the Medes created a new sea,

and the barbarian youth sailed its fleet through the middle of Athos. What

can locks of hair do, when such things yield to iron? Jupiter! may the

whole race of the Chalybes perish, and whoever first questing the veins

'neath the earth harassed its hardness, breaking it through with iron. Just

before severance my sister locks were mourning my fate, when Ethiop

Memnon's brother, the winged steed, beating the air with fluttering

pennons, appeared before Locrian Arsinoe, and this one bearing me up, flies

through aethereal shadows and lays me in the chaste bosom of Venus. Him

Zephyritis herself had dispatched as her servant, a Grecian settler on the

Canopian shores. For 'twas the wish of many gods that not alone in heaven's

light should the golden coronet from Ariadne's temples stay fixed, but that

we also should gleam, the spoils devote from thy golden-yellow head; when

humid with weeping I entered the temples of the gods, the Goddess placed

me, a new star, amongst the ancient ones. For a-touching the Virgin's and

the fierce Lion's gleams, hard by Callisto of Lycaon, I turn westwards

fore-guiding the slow-moving Bootes who sinks unwillingly and late into the

vasty ocean. But although the footsteps of the gods o'erpress me in the

night-tide, and the daytime restoreth me to the white-haired Tethys, (grant

me thy grace to speak thus, O Rhamnusian virgin, for I will not hide the

truth through any fear, even if the stars revile me with ill words yet I

will unfold the pent-up feelings from truthful breast) I am not so much

rejoiced at these things as I am tortured by being for ever parted, parted

from my lady's head, with whom I (though whilst a virgin she was free from

all such cares) drank many a thousand of Syrian scents.

Now do you, whom the gladsome light of the wedding torches hath joined,

yield not your bodies to your desiring husbands nor throw aside your

vestments and bare your bosom's nipples, before your onyx cup brings me

jocund gifts, your onyx, ye who seek the dues of chaste marriage-bed. But

she who giveth herself to foul adultery, may the light-lying dust

responselessly drink her vile gifts, for I seek no offerings from folk that

do ill. But rather, O brides, may concord always be yours, and constant

love ever dwell in your homes. But when thou, O queen, whilst gazing at the

stars, shalt propitiate the goddess Venus with festal torch-lights, let not

me, thine own, be left lacking of unguent, but rather gladden me with large

gifts. Stars fall in confusion! So that I become a royal tress, Orion might

gleam in Aquarius' company.

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