Death & Dying
Book VII, 466
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. II, 1917)
O unhappy Anticles, and I most unhappy who have laid on the pyre my only son in the bloom of his youth! At eighteen didst thou perish, my child, and I weep and bewail my old age bereft of thee. Would I could go to the shadowy house of Hades! Nor dawn nor the rays of the swift sun are sweet to me. Unhappy Anticles, gone to thy doom, be thou healer of my mourning by taking me away from life to thee.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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