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Heraclitus

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They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead,

They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed.

I wept as I remembered how often you and I

Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky.

 

And now that thou art lying, my dear old Carian guest,

A handful of grey ashes, long, long ago at rest,

Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales, awake:

For Death, he taketh all away, but them he cannot take. 

 

(William Johnson Cory's version of Callimachus's work) 

William Johnson Cory

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