Fragment 42 (Voigt 47)
42 · Voigt 47Now Eros shakes my soul, a wind on the mountain falling on the oaks.
Ἔρος δαὖτ’ ἐτίναξεν ἔμοι φρένας,
ἄνεμος κατ’ ὄρος δρύσιν ἐμπέσων.
Love shook me like the mountain breeze
Rushing down on the forest trees.
— Frederick Tennyson.
Lo, Love once more my soul within me rends,
Like wind that on the mountain oak descends.
— J. A. Symonds, 1883.
Quoted by Maximus Tyrius, about 150 B.C., in speaking of Socrates exciting Phaedrus to Bacchic frenzy when he talked of love.