One with eyes the fairest, from Cyclops of Euripides
G. Bantock
One with eyes the fairest
Cometh from his dwelling;
Some one loves thee, rarest
Bright beyond my telling.
In thy grace thou shinest
Like some nymph divinest
In her caverns dewy: --
All delights pursue thee,
Soon pied flowers, sweet-breathing,
Shall thy head be wreathing.