Dion

For Hekabe and the women of Ilion
Tears were fated from the day of their birth.
But in your moment of glorious triumph, Dion,
The Gods spilt all your far-flung hopes. Now earth
Cloaks you with civic honour in your hometown,
You who maddened my heart with love, my Dion!
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Plato fl. 492ÔÇô347 B.C.)
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