Religion
Book VI, 120
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. I, 1916)
Not only do I know how to sing perched in the high trees, warm in the midsummer heat, making music for the wayfarer without payment, bad feasting on delicate dew, but thou shalt see me too, the cicada, seated on helmeted Athene’s spear. For as much as the Muses love me, I love Athene ; she, the maiden, is the author of the flute.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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