Love Song

Poem by Euripides
ONE with eyes the fairest
Cometh from his dwelling,
Some one loves thee, rarest,
Bright beyond my telling.
In thy grace thou shinest
Like some nymph divinest,
In her caverns dewy:--
All delights pursue thee,
Soon pied flowers, sweet-breathing,
Shall thy head be wreathing.

Translated by Percy Bysshe Shelley
(Contributed by ivan on Friday, February 4th, 2011)
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