Nay, I have no experience of ill

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.