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Heraclitus - Callimachus
Eipe tis Hrakleite teon moron, es de me dakru
hgagen, emnhsqhv d ossakis amjoteroi
hlion en lesch katedusamen. alla su men pou
xein Alikarnhseu tetrapalai spodih.
ai de teai zwousin ahdones, hsin o pantwn
arpakths Aidhs ouk epi ceira balei.
Heraclitus - William (Johnson) Cory
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 grey 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.
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