Meanwhile Edward and Cytherea, after lingering on the steps for several minutes, slowly descended the slope to the lake.
Nay, widowed is Cytherea, and idle are the Loves along the halls!
At first, recognizing aspects of Cytherea in Savina, now in Cytherea he merely found certain qualities of the woman.
The flowers flush red for anguish, and Cytherea through all the mountain-knees, through every dell doth shrill the piteous dirge.
At the approach of twilight, Cytherea returned from the banquet of the gods, breathing odors and crowned with roses.
