The Love of Hyacinthus

The king of all the gods once burned with love for Ganymede of Frigia, he found a shape more pleasing even than his own. Without delay Jove on fictitious eagle wings stole and flew off with that loved Trojan boy. You also, Hyacinthus, would have been set in the sky if Phoebus had been given time which the cruel fates denied for you. Though you have died, always when warm spring drives winter out and aries the ram succeeds to Pisces, the watery fish, you rise and blossom on the green turf. The kind god tries to warm you back to life and next endeavors to attend your wound and stay your parting