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He said, and from the lonely height
He turn'd and downward bent his way; And sought, while darker grew the night,
The ship at anchor in the bay.
But many a sun shall seek the sea,
And many a long, long night be o'er, Ere morn returning smile to see
The Wanderer on his native shore.
TRANSLATIONS FROM ANACREON.
FAIN would I strike the sounding strings
I change and change the strings in vain,
Ye heroes and ye kings, adieu!
By nature's bounty arm’d with horns
On a soft and fragrant bed,
As late a youth did proffer
A waxen Love for sale, * In haste to seize the offer,
His price I bade him tell.
Say, for this boy so charming
“ How much must you receive?” In rustic guise he answer'd,
• Just what you please to give.
“ 'Tis not that 'tis my calling
“ That I this image sell, 66 But that I choose no longer
“ With restless love to.dwell.”
“ Then to my hands consign him!
(This drachma be your fee,)” Cried I with eager rapture,
“ And he shall dwell with me.”
Now then, O Love, illumine
This bosom with thy fire, Or, to the flames devoted,
Thyself shalt soon expire.