Classic Poem

Trained in the amphitheatre and found
Ruthless in chase and yet a gentle hound,
Lydia my name; my lord had chosen me
Before thy loyal friend, Erigone:
Or him who, following Cephalus afar
From Dicte's land, became with him a star,
The faithful hound that loved Dulichium's lord
Was numbed, of lagging years, and age abhorred;
The flashing tushes of a slavering boar,
Huge as the brute in Calydon of yore,
Thrust me in youth to death. Shall I repine?
Nay for a nobler fate could not be mine.