{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/12230/?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":100002534,"created_at":"2022-04-01T18:18:50.115921Z","updated_at":"2022-04-01T18:18:50.115926Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"Love hath wrought for thee, Cypris, gathering with Ins own hands the boy-flowers, a wreath of every blossom lo cozen the heart.. Into it he wove Diodorus the sweet lily and Asclepiades the scented white violet. Yea, and thereupon he pleated Heraclitus when, like a rose, he grew from the thorns, and Dion when he bloomed like the blossom of the vine. He tied on Theron, too, the golden-tressed saffron, and put in Uliades, a sprig of thyme, and soft-haired Myiseus the ever-green olive shoot, and despoiled for it the lovely boughs of Aretas. Most blessed of islands art thou, holy Tyre, which hast the perfumed grove where the boy-blossoms of Cypris grow.","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:12.256/?format=json"]}