LOVE SONG
(from "Cyclops")
by: Euripides
- NE 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.
This English translation, by Percy
Bysshe Shelley, of 'Love Song' is reprinted from Greek Poets
in English Verse. Ed. William Hyde Appleton. Cambridge: The
Riverside Press, 1893. |
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