The Pigeon

" Beautiful pigeon, whence do you fly? How is it that you are scented and drip with such sweet perfumes as you fly through the air? What are you? What is it you want? "
" Anacreon sent me to his love, to Bathyllus who is now the lord and ruler of his life. The Cytherean sold me for a little song; and I serve Anacreon in all things. Now I carry for him letters like these and he says he will soon set me free. But even if he sends me away I remain his slave. For why should I fly and bestir myself in the meadows and eat wild food in the trees when I now eat barley-grain, pecking it from the hand of Anacreon himself? He gives me wine to drink which he has first tasted himself, and when I have drunk I dance on high and cover my master with the rustle of my wings. And I fall asleep lulled by the sound of his lyre. "
" You have all things that are good! Shoo! Get away! You have made me chatter like a crow. "
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