Epitaph on a Beloved Friend
Astaer prin men elampes eni tsuoisin hepsos.
Plato's Epitaph (Epig. Græc., Jacobs, 1826, p. 309), quoted by Diog. Laertins.
- 1Oh, Friend! for ever lov'd, for ever dear!
- 2What fruitless tears have bathed thy honour'd bier!
- 3What sighs re-echo'd to thy parting breath,
- 4Whilst thou wast struggling in the pangs of death!
- 5Could tears retard the tyrant in his course;
- 6Could sighs avert his dart's relentless force;
- 7Could youth and virtue claim a short delay,
- 8Or beauty charm the spectre from his prey;
- 9Thou still hadst liv'd to bless my aching sight,
- 10Thy comrade's honour and thy friend's delight.
- 11If yet thy gentle spirit hover nigh
- 12The spot where now thy mouldering ashes lie,
- 13Here wilt thou read, recorded on my heart,
- 14A grief too deep to trust the sculptor's art.
- 15No marble marks thy couch of lowly sleep,
- 16But living statues there are seen to weep;
- 17Affliction's semblance bends not o'er thy tomb,
- 18Affliction's self deplores thy youthful doom.
- 19What though thy sire lament his failing line,
- 20A father's sorrows cannot equal mine!
- 21Though none, like thee, his dying hour will cheer,
- 22Yet other offspring soothe his anguish here:
- 23But, who with me shall hold thy former place?
- 24Thine image, what new friendship can efface?
- 25Ah, none!--a father's tears will cease to flow,
- 26Time will assuage an infant brother's woe;
- 27To all, save one, is consolation known,
- 28While solitary Friendship sighs alone.