(310/305 BC / Cyrene, Ancient Libya)

The Brightest Beauty of the Plain - Poem by Callimachus

Fond Callignotus sigh'd and swore,
'Tis Violante I adore,
The brightest beauty on the plain,
And she alone my heart shall gain,
He swore; but lover's vows, they say,
To heav'n could never make their way,
Nor penetrate the bless'd abode,
Nor reach the ears of any God.
While for another maid he burns,
Forsaken Violante mourns
Her blasted hopes, her honour gone;
As Megra's race were once undone.

Topic(s) of this poem: beauty

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 14, 2016

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