I loved thee once, Atthis, long ago

I loved thee once, Atthis, long ago.

Thou loved'st another more than me,

Scornful wert thou, none like to thee.

Me thou forgettest -

As thou wilt -

Thou art nought to me.

I loved thee once, Atthis, long ago.

In the hereafter shall I be remembered,

But thou shalt die, nor live in memory,

For thou didst not gather the roses of Pieria;

Alone and obscure thou shalt wander,

Even in the house of Hades,

Flitting among the shadowy dead.

I loved thee once, Atthis, long ago.