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- 241. ["Farewell" is on my tongue]
- By Paulus Silentarius
- Translated by William Roger Paton
- “Farewell” is on my tongue, but I hold in the word with a wrench and still abide near thee. For I shudder at this horrid parting as at the bitter night of hell. Indeed thy light is like the daylight; but that is mute, while thou bringest me that talk, sweeter than the Sirens, on which all my soul’s hopes hang.
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