Swift are the acts of Gods, and short their ways
Whose purposes to their fulfilment race.
That selfsame day saw Love his goal attain;
For in a golden chamber were the twain
Made one, in Libya’s bower, whence she looks down
On a fair city famed in athlete-rings.
Kameades’ son hath linked Kyrene’s town
At Pytho with the fair flower fortune brings.
His victory there hath published wide her name.
The city of fair girls with glad acclaim
Greets him who brings to her from Delphi lovely fame.