Love
Book XII, 138
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
Love
Vine, dost thou fear the setting of the Pleiads in the west, that thou hastenest to shed thy leaves on the ground? Tarry till sweet sleep fall on Antileon beneath thee; tarry till then, bestower of all favours on the fair.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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