Tuesday, 7 February 2012

The Songbird Dies

Weep, Oh Gods and Goddesses of Love, And all men of stronger feelings! For the sparrow of my love is dead, The Sparrow, delight of my girl, Whom she loved more than her own eyes. For he was sweet as honey, and knew her as well as the girl knew her own mother, he never left her lap, but, hopping about here and there, chirped to his mistress alone. Now he goes down the dark road from which they say that no one returns. Now let evil be yours, evil shadow Orcus, that devastates everything beautiful! You’ve taken from me so beautiful a bird.

Translated from Latin

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