The World’s Tragedy

THE GARDEN OF EROS. 9 HELIORUS Yes—the pain I had before. “ At the game that Chiron shouldn’t, Chiron would — and Chiron couldn’t. ” RHODON Never heed the little whore ! Play a melody, Marsyas ! HELIORUS He’s at Anaxagoras ! RHODOPE Where is Doris, then ? ERRINNA By Zeus, Where her ribs are all in use ! ANTINOUS Sprinkle me with poppy-juice From the flowers of Syracuse On the lips relaxed with pleasure Of their kisses overmeasure !