Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume I. Of Home: of Friendship. 1904. | | | | Poems of Friendship | | The Dead Poet-Friend | | Callimachus (c. 310–240 B.C.) |
| | From the Greek by W. Cory
THEY told me, Heracleitus, they told me you were dead; | |
| They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed. | |
| I wept as I remembered, how often you and I | |
| Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky. | |
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| And now that thou art lying, my dear old Carian guest, | 5 |
| 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 these he cannot take. | | | | |
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