Regilla

Annia Regilla, Aphrodite's own
And Ganymede's, in death reposes here—
Eneas' daughter to Herodes dear.
So beauteous, happy, young, for her make moan.

The Shade, whose lovely body here lies lone,
In the Blest Isles with him who rules austere
Counts all the days, the months, and long, long year,
Since banished far from all that she had known.

Her memory haunts her spouse, and unconsoled,
On purple bed of ivory and gold
He sleepless tosses and lamenting cries.

He yet delays. He comes not. And the dear's
Lorn spirit, filled with anxious hope, still flies
Round the black sceptre Rhadamanthus rears.