Love, the Reaper


Awhile I bloomed, a happy flower,
Till love approached one fatal hour,

And made my tender branches feel
The wounds of his avenging steel.

Then lost I fell, like some poor willow
That falls across the wintry billow!

Odes of Anacreon - Ode LXXIII
Translated from the Greek by Thomas Moore.

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