Nay, I have no experience of ill

    XXXI

    Ἀκακος

    NAY, I have no experience of ill ; 
    Within my heart there is no drop of gall; 
    I joy and weep, and never of my will 
    On boy or maiden let a shadow fall. 

    No wrongs I nurse, no injury requite, 
    Though unbeloved, lovers are all my theme, 
    And Cyprus' daughter smiles on me at night 
    Through Hades' mournful myrtles in a dream.