A that in youth had never been
The servant of the Paphian Queen,
I that in youth had never felt
The shafts of Eros pierce and melt,
Cypris! in later age, half grey,
I bow the neck to thee today.
Pallas, that was my lady, thou
Dost more triumphant vanquish now,
Than when thou gainedst, over seas,
The apple of Hesperides.

translated by Andrew Lang