Note 132 — Chapter XVII
Reading edition
She (the swallow) is singing, we are silent. When will my spring come? When shall I become like the swallow and cease to be silent? I have lost the Muse by keeping silent, and Apollo cares not for me.
Reading edition
She (the swallow) is singing, we are silent. When will my spring come? When shall I become like the swallow and cease to be silent? I have lost the Muse by keeping silent, and Apollo cares not for me.