- E reached
the grove's deep shadow and there found
- Cythera's son in sleep's sweet fetters bound;
- Looking like ruddy apples on their tree;
- No quiver and no bended bow had he;
- These were suspended on a leafy spray.
- Himself in cups of roses cradled lay,
- Smiling in sleep; while from their flight in air,
- The brown bees to his soft lips made repair,
- To ply their waxen task and leave their honey there.
POEMS BY PLATO
This English translation, by Lord
Neaves, of "Love Asleep" is reprinted from Greek
Poets in English Verse. Ed. William Hyde Appleton. Cambridge:
The Riverside Press, 1893.