Flanging from protruding nails Were slender stalks of the green rush; and then Suspended from the smoky beam, the stores Of this poor cottage.

Service berries soft, Entwined in fragrant wreaths hung down, Dried savory and raisins by the bunch.
An hostess here like she on Attic soil, Of Hecate's pure worship worthy she! Whose fame Kallimachos so grandly sang 'Twill live forever through the speaking years..