Nought to me! So I choose to say


Οὔ τι μοι ὔμμες·

NOUGHT to me! So I choose to say : 
We meet, old friends, about the bay; 
The golden pulse grows on the shore— 
Are not all things as heretofore 
Now we have cast our love away ? 

Men throng us; thou art nought to me, 
Therefore, indifferent, I can see 
Within thine eyes the bright'ning grace 
That once thou gavest face to face ; 
'Tis natural they welcome thee ! 

Nought to me, like the silver ring, 
Thy mislaid, worthless gift. Last spring, 
As any careless girl, I lost 
The pin, yet, by the tears it cost, 
It should have been worth cherishing. 

Nought, nought! and yet if thou dost pass 
I grow as summer-coloured grass, 
And if I wrap my chiton round, 
I know thine ear hath caught the sound, 
Although thou heedest not, alas! 

Nought to me! Wherefore dost thou throw 
On me that glittering glance, as though, 
Friend, I had ever done thee wrong, 
When the crowd asks me for the song, 
" Atthis, I loved thee long ago ?"