One only of the immortals blest,
The goddess Aphrodite seemed
Unhappy, and she sat and schemed,
Scowling, apart from all the joyful rest.
Why was it that fierce anger gleamed
In the soft eyes of beauty's queen?
As in a palace spiders spin
Their dust-collecting webs, and grow
Monstrous on luckless flies, e'en so
Did Jealousy dwell spiderlike within
The goddess' breast, and feed with slow,
Unpitying ravage on her mind.
Pephredo had she seen on earth, -
The fairest of the daughters three
Of Phorkos, "Old Man of the Sea," -
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