Love
Book V, 111
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. I, 1916)
I sang even formerly, when Tereina’s charms were yet infantile, “She will consume us all when she grows up.” They laughed at my prophecy: but lo! the time I once foretold is come, and for long I suffer myself from the wound. What am I to do? To look on her is pure fire, and to look away is trouble of heart, and if I pay my suit to her, it is “I ama maid.”’ All is over with me.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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