Theocritus

A villanelle.

O Singer of Persephone!

    In the dim meadows desolate

Dost thou remember Sicily?

Still through the ivy flits the bee

    Where Amaryllis lies in state;

O singer of Persephone!

Simaetha calls on Hecate

    And hears the wild dogs at the gate;

Dost thou remember Sicily?

Still by the light and laughing sea

    Poor Polypheme bemoans his fate:

O Singer of Persephone!

And still in boyish rivalry

    Young Daphnis challenges his mate:

Dost thou remember Sicily?

Slim Lacon keeps a goat for thee,

    For thee the jocund shepherds wait,

O Singer of Persephone!

Dost thou remember Sicily?