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Translation of Callimachus' 2d Epigram
- THEY told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead,
- They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed.
- I wept as I remember'd how often you and I
- Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky.
- And now that thou art lying, my dear old Carian guest,
- A handful of gray ashes, long, long ago at rest,
- Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales, awake;
- For Death, he taketh all away, but them he cannot take.
- William Cory
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