Erinna – Antipater of Sidon

Brief is Erinna’s song, her lowly lay,
Yet there the Muses sing;
Therefore her memory doth not pass away,
Hid by Night’s shadowy wing!
But we,–new countless poets,–heaped and hurled
All in oblivion lie;
Better the swan’s chant than a windy world
Of rooks in the April sky!