Pablius Papinius Statius
Pablius Papinius Statius Poems
|1.||Thebais - Book One - Part I||1/1/2004|
|2.||Thebais - Book One - Part Iii||1/1/2004|
|3.||Thebais - Book One - Part V||1/1/2004|
|4.||Thebais - Book Two||1/1/2004|
|5.||Thebais - Book One - Part Ii||4/21/2010|
|6.||Thebais - Book One - Part Iv||1/1/2004|
|7.||Ode To Sleep||1/1/2004|
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Ode To Sleep
Gentle divinity, how have I merited?
Whither, unfortunate wretch, have I strayed,
Thus of thy bounty to lie disenherited -
I alone whilst every other is paid?
Sleeping are cattle and birds without number,
Beasts of the wilderness rest in their lair;
Even the hills, as if weary, feign slumber,
Even the torment sighs soft in the air.
Lulled are the shuttering waves of the ocean,
Seas in the lap of the land lie at peace.
Only for me in monotonous motion
Day follows day, and there comes no release.
Moonlight & starlight & light of the morning...