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 The rest will be another's now, as long as I may live. You will see me in the evening? And what evening has there been, Since time began with women, but old age and wrinkled skin ?

I, poor Lais, with my crown Of beauty could laugh Hellas down, Young lovers crowded at my door, Where now my lovers come no more. So, Goddess, you will not refuse A mirror that has now no use; For what I was I cannot be, And what I am I will not see.

No dust have I to cover me, My grave no man may show; My tomb is this unending sea, And I lie far below. My fate, O stranger, was to drown; And where it was the ship went down Is what the sea-birds know.