Mourn, O you Loves and Cupids <br />and such of you as love beauty: <br />my girl’s sparrow is dead, <br />sparrow, the girl’s delight, <br />whom she loved more than her eyes. <br />For he was sweet as honey, and knew her <br />as well as the girl her own mother, <br />he never moved from her lap, <br />but, hopping about here and there, <br />chirped to his mistress alone. <br />Now he goes down the shadowy road <br />from which they say no one returns. <br />Now let evil be yours, evil shadows of Orcus, <br />that devour everything of beauty: <br />you’ve stolen lovely sparrow from me. <br />O evil deed! O poor little sparrow! <br />Now, by your efforts, my girl’s eyes <br />are swollen and red with weeping.<br /><br />Gaius Valerius Catullus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-death-of-lesbia-s-sparrow/
