PODAS OKUS.
Am I waking? Was I sleeping ?
Dearest, are you watching yet ?
Traces on your cheeks of weeping
Glitter, 'tis in vain you fret;
Drifting ever! drifting onward!
In the glass the bright sand runs
Steadily and slowly downward;
Hush'd are all the Myrmidons.
Dearest, are you watching yet ?
Traces on your cheeks of weeping
Glitter, 'tis in vain you fret;
Drifting ever! drifting onward!
In the glass the bright sand runs
Steadily and slowly downward;
Hush'd are all the Myrmidons.
Has Automedon been banish'd
From his post beside my bed?
Where has Agamemnon vanished?
Where is warlike Diomed?
Where is Nestor? where Ulysses ?
Menelaus, where is he?
Call them not, more dear your kisses
Than their prosings are to me.
From his post beside my bed?
Where has Agamemnon vanished?
Where is warlike Diomed?
Where is Nestor? where Ulysses ?
Menelaus, where is he?
Call them not, more dear your kisses
Than their prosings are to me.
