On Hyacinthus, by Bion of Smyrna

On Hyacinthus

Phoebus tried all his means, and thought of new,
Scarce knowing what he did in his distress;
With nectar bathed him, with ambrosial dew;
But Fate made remedies remediless.

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Bion of Smyrna