Love
Book XII, 52
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
The South Wind, blowing fair for sailors, O ye who are sick for love, has carried off Andragathus, my soul’s half. Thrice happy the ships, thrice fortunate the waves of the sea, and four times blessed the wind that bears the boy. Would I were a dolphin that, carried on my shoulders, he could cross the seas to look on Rhodes, the home of sweet lads.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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