The Cruel Galatea Poem by Bion of Smyrna

The Cruel Galatea



I to the sandy shore and seaward slope
Will go, and try with murmured song to bend
The cruel Galatea. My sweet hope
I'll cast away- when life itself doth end.

Wednesday, February 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: hope,song
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