{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/1005/?format=json","language":{"code":"eng","iso_name":"English","url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/languages/eng/?format=json"},"edition":{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/editions/1/?format=json","descriptions":[{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/descriptions/424/?format=json","language":{"code":"eng","iso_name":"English","url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/languages/eng/?format=json"},"created_at":"2021-05-06T21:10:04.033306Z","updated_at":"2021-05-06T21:10:04.033317Z","description":"Paton edition"}],"edition_type":0,"metadata":{},"created_at":"2021-04-08T21:27:25.406000Z","updated_at":"2021-04-08T21:27:25.406000Z"},"unique_id":9999912,"created_at":"2018-03-26T18:49:29Z","updated_at":"2018-03-26T18:49:29Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"Locust, beguiler of my loves, persuader of sleep,\nlocust, shrill-winged Muse of the corn fields, Nature's\nmimic lyre, play for me some tune I love, beating\nwith your dear feet your talking wings, that so, locust,\nyou may deliver  me from the pains of sleepless\ncare, weaving a song that entices Love away. And\nin the morning I will give you a fresh green leek,\nand drops of dew sprayed from my mouth. ","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:7.195/?format=json"]}