Love
Book XII, 136
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
Love
Ye chattering birds, why do you clamour? Vex me not, as I lie warmed by the lad’s delicate flesh, ye nightingales that sit among the leaves. Sleep, I implore you, ye talkative women-folk ; hold your peace.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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