(310/305 BC / Cyrene, Ancient Libya)

I Never Prize an Easy Fair - Poem by Callimachus

The huntsman o'er the hills pursues
The timid hare, and keenly views
The tracks of hinds amid the snow,
Nor heeds the wint'ry winds that blow.
But should a stranger mildly say,
Accept the game I kill'd today;
The proffer'd gift he quickly scorns,
And to th' uncertain chase returns:
Such is my love; I never prize
An easy fair, but her who flies.

Topic(s) of this poem: love

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 14, 2016

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