Love
Book V, 241
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. I, 1916)
“Farewell” is on my tongue, but I hold in the word with a wrench and still abide near thee. For I shudder at this horrid parting as at the bitter night of hell. Indeed thy light is like the daylight; but that is mute, while thou bringest me that talk, sweeter than the Sirens, on which all my soul’s hopes hang.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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