LOVE SONG (from "Cyclops")

by: Euripides

      NE with eyes the fairest
      Cometh from his dwelling,
      Some one loves thee, rarest,
      Bright beyond my telling.
      In thy grace thou shinest
      Like some nymph divinest,
      In her caverns dewy:--
      All delights pursue thee,
      Soon pied flowers, sweet-breathing,
      Shall thy head be wreathing.

This English translation, by Percy Bysshe Shelley, of 'Love Song' is reprinted from Greek Poets in English Verse. Ed. William Hyde Appleton. Cambridge: The Riverside Press, 1893.

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