Classic Poem

On Cleionorides

Thee, too, O Cleionorides, the desire
Of thy native land has ruined in thy prime,
For thou didst rashly brave the stormy ire
Of treacherous winds and waves in wintertime.
Thus thy young charms were whelmed in the wild sea,
And quiring surges sang a dirge o'er thee.EnglishPoets of The AnacreonteaShort Poems