His Son Poem by Callimachus

His Son



But twelve short years you lived, my son,
Just twelve short years, and then you died:
And now your life's brief course is run,
This grave a father's hopes doth hide.

Thursday, January 14, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: father,son
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Callimachus

Callimachus

Cyrene, Ancient Libya
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