ἤ ὥσπερ Σαπφώ, ὅτι τὸ ἀποθνήσκειν
κακόν· οἱ θεοὶ γὰρ οὕτω κεκρίκασιν·
απέθνησκον γὰρ ἄν·
-Aristotle, "Rhetoric." ii.23.
ϝἐσπερε, πάντα φέρεις, ὄσα φαίνολις ἐσκέδας’ αὔως·
DEATH is an evil: had it been a boon,
Ah, then how soon
Would the Immortals die !
But never do the blessed ones grow weary
Of the sweet joys of breath:
'Tis Aphrodite's sigh—
"Ah for Adonis!"—makes the young spring dreary;
Lover from mortal lover severeth,
And parting is the bitterness of death.
Yet silver Hesperus is fairer far
Than any star,
Sweet Hesperus that brings
What morning scattered; and I know not whether
It be not best to lose
Awhile life's precious things
For joy of sharing them afresh together;
They who would meet again to part must choose:
The hour of evening every bliss renews.