mother-ewe

Updated: August 4, 2026

O fair, O gracious damsel, even now art thou a wedded wife; but we will go forth right early to the course we ran, and to the grassy meadows, to gather sweet-breathing coronals of flowers, thinking often upon thee, Helen, even as youngling lambs that miss the teats of the mother-ewe. Good night, thou bride, good night, thou groom that hast won a mighty sire!

of Phlossa near Smyrna Bion - Theocritus Bion and Moschus Rendered into English Prose