War and Love/Captive
For works with similar titles, see Captive.
CAPTIVE
They have torn the gold tettinx
From my hair;
And wrenched the bronze sandals
From my ankles.
From my hair;
And wrenched the bronze sandals
From my ankles.
They have taken from me my friend
Who knew the holy wisdom of the poets,
Who had drunk at the feast
Where Simonides sang.
Who knew the holy wisdom of the poets,
Who had drunk at the feast
Where Simonides sang.
No more do I walk the calm gardens
In the white mist of olives;
No more do I take the rose-crown
From the white hands of a maiden.
In the white mist of olives;
No more do I take the rose-crown
From the white hands of a maiden.
I, who was free, am a slave;
The Muses have forgotten me.
The gods do not hear me.
The Muses have forgotten me.
The gods do not hear me.
Here there are no flowers to love;
But afar off I dream that I see
Bent poppies and the deathless asphodel.
But afar off I dream that I see
Bent poppies and the deathless asphodel.