Annotations [Insert Greek] -Alcman O LOVE, o bitter, mortal journeying By ways that are not told ! I would not sing, no song is sweet to me Now thou art gone : But would, ah would I were the halcyon, That sea-blue bird of spring, So should I bring Fair sister-companies of fleetest wing To bear thee on. Thou being old, With an untroubled heart to carry thee Safe o'er the ridges of the wearying sea. Book traversal links for O Love, o bitter, mortal journeying ‹ I by spells had been beguiled Up I would not die ›
