“Then on the blood sweet nectar she bestows,”

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Then on the blood sweet nectar she bestows,
The scented blood in little bubbles rose:
Little as rainy drops, which flutt’ring fly,
Born by the winds, along a low’ring sky.
Short time ensu’d, ’till where the blood was shed,
A flow’r began to rear its purple head…
Still here the Fate of lovely forms we see,
So sudden fades the sweet Anemonie.
The feeble stems, to stormy blasts a prey,
Their sickly beauties droop, and pine away.
The winds forbid the flow’rs to flourish long,
Which owe to winds their names in Grecian song.

– Ovid, Metamorphoses, Book X

The Awakening of Adonis by John William Waterhouse (Credit: wikipaintings)

The Awakening of Adonis by John William Waterhouse (Credit: wikipaintings)

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