Love
Ode LXIV
Translated by Thomas Moore (1800) · From Odes of Anacreon (1800)
Love
Haste thee, nymph, whose well-aimed spear
Wounds the fleeting mountain-deer!
Dian, Jove's immortal child,
Huntress of the savage wild!
Goddess with the sun-bright hair!
Listen to a people's prayer.
Turn, to Lethe's river turn,
There thy vanquished people mourn!
Come to Lethe's wavy shore,
Tell them they shall mourn no more.
Thine their hearts, their altars thine;
Must they, Dian--must they pine?
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Anacreon. “Ode LXIV.” Translated by Thomas Moore. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/anacreon/63/.
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Anacreon. “Ode LXIV.” Translated by Thomas Moore. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/anacreon/63/.
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