THE VIGIL OF LOVE
Illa cantat: nose tacemus: quando ver venit meum?Quando fiam uti chelidon, ut tacere desinam?Perdidi Musam tacendo, nec me Phœbus respicitSic Amyclas, cum tacerent, perdidit silentiumCras amet qui nunquam amavit: quique amavit cras amet.
She sings, but we are silent: when shall Spring Of mine come to me? I as the swallow make Me vocal, and this desolate silence break? The Muse has left me for I cannot sing; Nor does Apollo now his splendour bring To aid my vision, blinded for her sake— Thus mute Amyclas would not silence wake And perished in the shadow of its wing.
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