LOVE ASLEEP
by: Plato
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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.
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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. |
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