The Cruel Galatea

  by: Bion of Smyrna (2nd to 1st century B.C.)

    translated by M. J. Chapman

I to the sandy shore and seaward slope
Will go, and try with murmured song to bend
The cruel Galatea. My sweet hope
I'll cast away--when life itself doth end.

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