Robert Graves, “Lament for Pasiphae”

Pasiphae
Dying Sun, shine warm a little longer!
My eye, dazzled with tears, shall dazzle yours,
Conjuring you to shine and not to move.
You, Sun, and I all afternoon have laboured
Beneath a dewless and oppressive cloud –
A fleece now gilded with our common grief
That this must be a night without a moon.
Dying Sun, shine warm a little longer!
Faithless she was not: she was very woman,
Smiling with dire impartiality,
Sovereign, with heart unmatched, adored of men,
Until Spring’s cuckoo with bedraggled plumes
Tempted her pity and our truth betrayed.
Then she who shone for all resigned her being,
And this must be a night without a moon.
Dying Sun, shine warm a little longer!

Robert Graves, “Lament for Pasiphae”