Annotations 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. Book traversal links for Nay, I have no experience of ill ‹ Thine elder that I am, thou must not cling Up Not for revenge!-one shaft alone ›
