Work Text:
Across the fields of wheat, standing in the sun,
a woman clothed in white is collecting a
bouquet of violets for her beautiful
lover. I smell the
sweet scent of the flowers as she dances in
the warm summer sun. I hear the sound of her
singing to the gods in thanks for her lovely
bride. Why, O Goddess
must you torture me with what I cannot have?
Even so, I am thankful for the chance to
live in the same world as this nymph. I pray I
might find another.