Love
Love's Martyr (Mackail)
Translated by J. W. Mackail (1890) · From Select Epigrams from the Greek Anthology (1890)
Evermore in my ears eddies the sound of Love, and my eye silently carries sweet tears for the Desires; nor does night nor light let me rest, but already my enchanted heart bears the well-known imprint. Ah winged Loves, surely you know how to fly towards me, but have no whit of strength to fly away.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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MLA
Gadara, Meleager of. “Love's Martyr (Mackail).” Translated by J. W. Mackail. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/meleager/131/.
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Gadara, Meleager of. “Love's Martyr (Mackail).” Translated by J. W. Mackail. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/meleager/131/.
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