Death & Dying
Book VII, 636
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. II, 1917)
O happy shepherd, would that I, too, had led my sheep down this grassy white knoll, answering the bleatings of the rams that lead the flock, rather than dipped in the bitter brine the rudder to guide my ship. Therefore I sunk to the depths, and the whistling east wind brought me to rest on this beach.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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