I sing of Aphrodite, the lover's Goddess,
beautiful, gold-crowned, a blossom
riding the seafoam,resting on wind.
She comes ashore, and women
in gold bracelets meet her, bearing
silken garments for her lovely body,
copper rings for her shell ears,
chains of gold for her silver breasts.
They lead her from the seashore.
Do not look upon her! Your
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