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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381451" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Variations of Greek Themes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I<br>A HAPPY MAN<br>(Carphyllides)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When these graven lines you see, <br>Traveler, do not pity me; <br>Though I be among the dead, <br>Let no mournful word be said. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Children that I leave behind,<br>And their children, all were kind; <br>Near to them and to my wife, <br>I was happy all my life. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My three sons I married right, <br>And their sons I rocked at night;<br>Death nor sorrow ever brought <br>Cause for one unhappy thought. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, and with no need of tears, <br>Here they leave me, full of years,— <br>Leave me to my quiet rest<br>In the region of the blest. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II<br>A MIGHTY RUNNER<br>(Nicarchus)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The day when Charmus ran with five <br>In Arcady, as I’m alive, <br>He came in seventh.—“Five and one <br>Make seven, you say? It can’t be done.”—<br>Well, if you think it needs a note, <br>A friend in a fur overcoat <br>Ran with him, crying all the while, <br>“You’ll beat ’em, Charmus, by a mile!” <br>And so he came in seventh.<br>Therefore, good Zoilus, you see <br>The thing is plain as plain can be; <br>And with four more for company, <br>He would have been eleventh. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III<br>THE RAVEN<br>(Nicarchus)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gloom of death is on the raven’s wing,<br>The song of death is in the raven’s cries: <br>But when Demophilus begins to sing, <br>The raven dies. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IV<br>EUTYCHIDES<br>(Lucilius) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eutychides, who wrote the songs, <br>Is going down where he belongs.<br>O you unhappy ones, beware: <br>Eutychides will soon be there! <br>For he is coming with twelve lyres, <br>And with more than twice twelve quires <br>Of the stuff that he has done<br>In the world from which he’s gone. <br>Ah, now must you know death indeed, <br>For he is coming with all speed; <br>And with Eutychides in Hell, <br>Where’s a poor tortured soul to dwell?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>V<br>DORICHA<br>(Posidippus) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So now the very bones of you are gone <br>Where they were dust and ashes long ago; <br>And there was the last ribbon you tied on <br>To bind your hair, and that is dust also; <br>And somewhere there is dust that was of old<br>A soft and scented garment that you wore— <br>The same that once till dawn did closely fold <br>You in with fair Charaxus, fair no more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Sappho, and the white leaves of her song, <br>Will make your name a word for all to learn,<br>And all to love thereafter, even while <br>It’s but a name; and this will be as long <br>As there are distant ships that will return <br>Again to your Naucratis and the Nile. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VI<br>THE DUST OF TIMAS<br>(Sappho)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This dust was Timas; and they say<br>That almost on her wedding day <br>She found her bridal home to be <br>The dark house of Persephone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And many maidens, knowing then <br>That she would not come back again,<br>Unbound their curls; and all in tears, <br>They cut them off with sharpened shears. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VII<br>ARETEMIAS<br>(Antipater of Sidon)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’m sure I see it all now as it was, <br>When first you set your foot upon the shore <br>Where dim Cocytus flows for evermore,<br>And how it came to pass <br>That all those Dorian women who are there <br>In Hades, and still fair, <br>Came up to you, so young, and wept and smiled <br>When they beheld you and your little child.<br>And then, I’m sure, with tears upon your face <br>To be in that sad place, <br>You told of the two children you had borne, <br>And then of Euphron, whom you leave to mourn. <br>“One stays with him,” you said,<br>“And this one I bring with me to the dead.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VIII<br>THE OLD STORY<br>(Marcus Argentarius)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like many a one, when you had gold <br>Love met you smiling, we are told; <br>But now that all your gold is gone, <br>Love leaves you hungry and alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And women, who have called you more <br>Sweet names than ever were before, <br>Will ask another now to tell <br>What man you are and where you dwell. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was ever anyone but you<br>So long in learning what is true? <br>Must you find only at the end <br>That who has nothing has no friend? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IX<br>TO-MORROW<br>(Macedonius)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To-morrow? Then your one word left is always now the same; <br>And that’s a word that names a day that has no more a name.<br>To-morrow, I have learned at last, is all you have to give: <br>The rest will be another’s now, as long as I may live. <br>You will see me in the evening?—And what evening has there been, <br>Since time began with women, but old age and wrinkled skin? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>X<br>LAIS TO APHRODITE<br>(Plato)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I, poor Lais, with my crown<br>Of beauty could laugh Hellas down, <br>Young lovers crowded at my door, <br>Where now my lovers come no more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, Goddess, you will not refuse <br>A mirror that has now no use;<br>For what I was I cannot be, <br>And what I am I will not see. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XI<br>AN INSCRIPTION BY THE SEA<br>(Glaucus)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No dust have I to cover me, <br>My grave no man may show; <br>My tomb is this unending sea,<br>And I lie far below. <br>My fate, O stranger, was to drown; <br>And where it was the ship went down <br>Is what the sea-birds know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edwin+Arlington+Robinson">Edwin Arlington Robinson</a><div class=q>
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A HAPPY MAN
(Carphyllides)

When these graven lines you see, 
Traveler, do not pity me; 
Though I be among the dead, 
Let no mournful word be said. 

Children that I leave behind,
And their children, all were kind; 
Near to them and to my wife, ..."></div>
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