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ANACREON'S GRAVE.
[ANTIPATER OF SIDON.]
May the ivy-boughs o'ershadow,
Clustering thickly round thy tomb,
Bard of Teos! and may bloom
Buds from every purple meadow!
Spirts of milk in pearly gushes
Leap from all the conscious earth,
Every tuft around give birth
To founts of wine, sweet-scented, luscious!
Clustering thickly round thy tomb,
Bard of Teos! and may bloom
Buds from every purple meadow!
Spirts of milk in pearly gushes
Leap from all the conscious earth,
Every tuft around give birth
To founts of wine, sweet-scented, luscious!
So to thy gentle dust below
A ceaseless rain of joy shall flow,
If any joy the dead may know,
Thou dearest fondler of the lyre,
Who didst chant thy songs for ever,
Full of love and full of fire,
All adown life's winding river!
A ceaseless rain of joy shall flow,
If any joy the dead may know,
Thou dearest fondler of the lyre,
Who didst chant thy songs for ever,
Full of love and full of fire,
All adown life's winding river!
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