Living
Book IX, 421: On the Cyclades
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
Ye desert islands, crumbs of land, which the sounding cincture of the Aegean wave confines, ye have followed the example of Siphnus and squalid Pholegandrus, poor islands, and lost your ancient splendour. Delos, of a truth, once so brilliant, has taught you her ways, Delos who first of you all was condemned to solitude.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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