Death & Dying
Parentalia XXV. — Aemilia Dryadia, my Aunt
Translated by Hugh G. Evelyn-White (1919–21) · From Book IV. — Parentalia
To you also, Dryadia my aunt, in mournful strains I, whom your sister bare, almost your son, — do reverence with loving lips. Death, jealous of your happiness, hurried you from your bridal-chamber and the light of the nuptial torches; and funeral ceremonies changed your bridal-couch for a bier. You learned, my aunt, to be a mother to me; therefore now I, a son, offer you this sad token of my love.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Ausonius, Decimus Magnus. “Parentalia XXV. — Aemilia Dryadia, my Aunt.” Translated by Hugh G. Evelyn-White. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/ausonius/33/.
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Ausonius, Decimus Magnus. “Parentalia XXV. — Aemilia Dryadia, my Aunt.” Translated by Hugh G. Evelyn-White. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/ausonius/33/.
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