The Dead Poet-Friend

From the Greek by W. Cory THEY told me, Heracleitus, they told me you were dead; They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed. I wept as I remembered, how often you and I Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky. And now that thou art lying, my dear old Carian guest, A handful of gray ashes, long, long ago at rest, Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales, awake, For Death he taketh all away, but these he cannot take.

Collection: 
English
Callimachus
Sub Title: 
Poems of Friendship

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  • The Dead Poet-Friend

    From the Greek by W. Cory THEY told me, Heracleitus, they told me you were dead; They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed. I wept as I remembered, how often you and I Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky. And now that thou art lying, my dear old Carian...