Love
Book XII, 63
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
Heraclitus in silence speaks thus from his eyes: “I shall set aflame even the fire of the bolts of Zeus.” Yea, verily, and from the bosom of Diodorus comes this voice: “I melt even stone warmed by my body’s touch.” Unhappy he who has received a torch from the eyes of the one, and from the other a sweet fire smouldering with desire.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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