All wretched, shocking, nude, with vilest fare,
Such slave am I - my body bears the signs -
Born free at foot of gulf whose beauteous lines
See honeyed Hybla his blue summits rear.

Alas! I left the happy isle…. Ah! shouldst thou e'er
Toward Syracuse and bees and clustering vines
Follow the swans as winter's cold declines,
Good host, acquaint thee with my loved dear.

Shall I see more her dark, pure, violet eye
Reflecting smilingly her natal sky
Beneath that eyebrow's bow where hearts are slain?

Have pity! - Find my Clearista, pray;
Tell her I live to meet her once again;
Thou'lt surely know her, for she's sad alway.