Treasure Island

Theognis

(540 BC - 480 BC / Greece)

Fragments - Lines 0005 - 0010


Lord Phoibos, when the goddess, lady Leto, bore you,
Clasping a palm tree in her slender hands,
You the most beautiful of immortals, beside the wheel-round lake,
Then all of boundless Delos was filled
With an ambrosial scent; the huge earth laughed,
And the deep waters of the hoary sea rejoiced.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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