Love
Book XII, 133
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
In summer, when I was athirst, I kissed the tender-fleshed boy and said, when I was free of my parching thirst, “Father Zeus, dost thou drink the nectareous kiss of Ganymede, and is this the wine he tenders to thy lips?”’ For now that I have kissed Antiochus, fairest of our youth, I have drunk the sweet honey of the soul.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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