Chapter I: Love's Quiver

By Heliodora's sandalled foot, and Demo's waving hair,
By Dorothea's wreath of blooms unbudding to the air,
By Anticlea's winsome smile and the great eyes of her,
And by Timarion's open door distilling scent like myrrh,
I know the god of love has spent his arrows winged to smart,
For all the shafts his quiver held I have them in my heart.