Odes 1.5 (Gladstone): Quis Multa Gracilis

What scented stripling, Pyrrha, woos thee now,
In pleasant grotto, all with roses fair?
For whom those auburn tresses bindest thou
With simple care?

Full oft shall he thine altered faith bewail,
His altered gods: and his unwonted gaze
Shall watch the waters darkening to the gale
In wild amaze:

Who now believing gloats on golden charms;
Who hopes thee ever void, and ever kind;
Nor knows thy changeful heart, nor the alarms
Of changeful wind.

For me, let Neptune's temple-wall declare
How, safe-escaped, in votive offering,
My dripping garments own, suspended there,
Him Ocean-King.