Moonlight

Must I remind you, Cleis, that sounds of griefare unbecoming ina poet's household? and that they are notsuitable in ours?

Of course I love you but if you love me, marry a young woman! I couldn't stand it to live with a young man, I being older

Sleep, darlingI have a smalldaughter Cleis, who islike a goldenflower I wouldn'ttake all Croesus'kingdom with lovethrown in, for her—-Don't ask me what to wearI have no embroideredheadband from Sardis togive you, Cleis, such asI…

Cyprian, in my dreamthe folds of a purplekerchief shadowedyour cheeks —- the Timas one time sent,a timid gift, allthe way from Phocaeatranslated by: Barnard

It's no use Mother dear, I can't finish my

I have no complaint prosperity that the golden Muses gave me was no delusion: dead, I won't be forgotten

Blest as the immortal gods is he, The youth who fondly sits by thee, And hears and sees thee, all the while, Softly speaks and sweetly smile.   'Twas this deprived my soul of rest

Tell everyone now, today, I shall sing beautifully for my friends' pleasure