our blood. When gods and goddesses in days of heroes made love, then Lust followed look and desire, with no delay, was indulged. Surely you don't think the goddess of love lost a moment reflecting When, in Idean grove, Anchises caught her eye. Nor did Luna delay about kissing that beautiful dreamer— Jealous Aurora had else hastily wakened the lad. At the loud banquet Hero regarded Leander—then promptly Into dark waters he plunged, ardently swam toward his love. When Rhea Silvia, princess and virgin, came down to the Tiber Just to fetch water, a god seized her and that is the way Mars begat himself sons, a pair of twins whom a she wolf Suckled. Today a proud Rome claims to be queen of the world.

VI

  We are so pious, we lovers. Discreetly we worship all powers,

    Hoping for favor from each god and each goddess as well.

  We are like you, ye victorious Romans, in this:  for we offer

    Gods of all peoples and tribes, over the whole world, a home—

  May the Egyptian, black and austere out of primeval basalt,

    Or from the marble a Greek, form them charming and white—

  Yet the eternal ones do not object to particularism

    (Incense of most precious sort, strewn for just one of their host).

  Therefore we gladly confess to singling a special immortal

    And our devotions each day pledging but solely to her.

  Mischievous celebrants we at these mysteries gay, and so solemn:

    Silence exactly befits rites at which we're adepts.

  Rather onto our heels by horrible deeds the Erinyes

    We would allure, even Zeus' punishment sooner we'd dare—

  Under that rock, or bound to a tumbling wheel we'd endure it—

    Than we'd withdraw our hearts from the delights of her cult.

  Sweet Oppo