Epigram

All through the night my eyes have streamed with rain
Of ceaseless tears, striving relief to gain
From that distress, which thralls my sleepless brain
Alway since my dear comrade went away.
For yesterday my lover, leaving me,
Set out for Ephesus, and now if he
Return not swift and end this misery,
Alone upon my couch I cannot stay.
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