Death & Dying
Book VII, 185
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. II, 1917)
The Italian earth holds me an African, and near to Rome I lie, a virgin yet, by these sands. Pompeia who reared me wept for me as for a daughter and laid me in a freewoman’s grave. Another light she hoped for, but this came earlier, and the torch was lit not as we prayed, but by Persephone.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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