Annotations IX …Ἔμεθεν δ’ ἔχεισθα λάθαν· …Ἤ τιν’ ἄλλον [μᾶλλον] ἀνθρώπων ἔμεθεν φίλησθα· THOU hast not parted from the sun, Thou art not dead, Numbered with fickle ghosts as one By Hermes led. Thou still hast breath and memory, Can'st seek and yearn ; Yet wholly thou forgettest me, Or I discern The truth—thou lov'st another more. Assuageless pain ! Betake thee to Oblivion's shore ! Wilt thou profane Love's wine by drinking twice the draught Of that red tide We lifted to our lips and quaffed When side by side ? To thee let Lethe’s drowsing wave Its solace give ! I, one bright memory to save, Will weep and live. Book traversal links for Thou hast not parted from the sun ‹ With love nor languorous nor vain Up Ah, Procne, wherefore dost thou weary me? ›