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Though thy life be fixed in one seat, and thou sailest not the sea nor treadest the roads on dry land, yet by all means go to Attica that thou mayest see those great nights of the wors.h.i.+p of Demeter; whereby thou shalt possess thy soul without care among the living, and lighter when thou must go to the place that awaiteth all.
CHAPTER VI
NATURE
I THE GARDEN G.o.d AUTHOR UNKNOWN
Call me not him who comes from Liba.n.u.s, O stranger, who delights in the talk of young men love-making by night; I am small and a rustic, born of a neighbour nymph, and all my business is labour of the garden; whence four garlands at the hands of the four Seasons crown me from the beloved fruitful thres.h.i.+ng-floor.
II PAN'S PIPING ALCAEUS OF MESSENE
Breathe music, O Pan that goest on the mountains, with thy sweet lips, breathe delight into thy pastoral reed, pouring song from the musical pipe, and make the melody sound in tune with the choral words; and about thee to the pulse of the rhythm let the inspired foot of these water-nymphs keep falling free.
III THE ROADSIDE POOL LEONIDAS OF TARENTUM
Drink not here, traveller, from this warm pool in the brook, full of mud stirred by the sheep at pasture; but go a very little way over the ridge where the heifers are grazing; for there by yonder pastoral stone-pine thou wilt find bubbling through the fountained rock a spring colder than northern snow.
IV THE MEADOW AT NOON AUTHOR UNKNOWN
Here fling thyself down on the gra.s.sy meadow, O traveller, and rest thy relaxed limbs from painful weariness; since here also, as thou listenest to the cicalas' tune, the stone-pine trembling in the wafts of west wind will lull thee, and the shepherd on the mountains piping at noon nigh the spring under a copse of leafy plane: so escaping the ardours of the autumnal dogstar thou wilt cross the height to-morrow; trust this good counsel that Pan gives thee.
V BENEATH THE PINE PLATO
Sit down by this high-foliaged voiceful pine that rustles her branches beneath the western breezes, and beside my chattering waters Pan's pipe shall bring drowsiness down on thy enchanted eyelids.
VI WOOD-MUSIC AUTHOR UNKNOWN
Come and sit under my stone-pine that murmurs so honey-sweet as it bends to the soft western breeze; and lo this honey-dropping fountain, where I bring sweet sleep playing on my lonely reeds.
VII THE PLANE-TREE ON HYMETTUS HERMOCREON
Sit down, stranger, as thou pa.s.sest by, under this shady plane, whose leaves flutter in the soft breath of the west wind, where Nicagoras consecrated me, the renowned Hermes son of Maia, protector of his orchard-close and cattle.
VIII THE GARDEN OF PAN PLATO
Let the s.h.a.ggy cliff of the Dryads be silent, and the springs welling from the rock, and the many-mingled bleating of the ewes; for Pan himself makes music on his melodious pipe, running his supple lip over the jointed reeds; and around him stand up to dance with glad feet the water-nymphs and the nymphs of the oakwood.
IX THE FOUNTAIN OF LOVE MARIa.n.u.s
Here beneath the plane-trees, overborne by soft sleep, Love slumbered, giving his torch to the Nymphs' keeping; and the Nymphs said one to another, "Why do we delay? and would that with this we might have quenched the fire in the heart of mortals." But now, the torch having kindled even the waters, the amorous Nymphs pour hot water thence into the bathing pool.
X ON THE LAWN COMETAS
Dear Pan, abide here, drawing the pipe over thy lips, for thou wilt find Echo on these sunny greens.
XI THE SINGING STONE AUTHOR UNKNOWN
Remember me the singing stone, thou who pa.s.sest by Nisaea; for when Alcathous was building his bastions, then Phoebus lifted on his shoulder a stone for the house, and laid down on me his Delphic harp; thenceforth I am lyre-voiced; strike me lightly with a little pebble, and carry away witness of my boast.
XII THE WOODLAND WELL AUTHOR UNKNOWN
I the ever-flowing Clear Fount gush forth for by-pa.s.sing wayfarers from the neighbouring dell; and everywhere I am bordered well with planes and soft-bloomed laurels, and make coolness and shade to lie in. Therefore pa.s.s me not by in summer; rest by me in quiet, ridding thee of thirst and weariness.
XIII ASLEEP IN THE WOOD THEOCRITUS
Thou sleepest on the leaf-strewn floor, Daphnis, resting thy weary body; and the hunting-snakes are freshly set on the hills; and Pan pursues thee, and Priapus who binds the yellow ivy on his lovely head, pa.s.sing side by side into the cave; but flee thou, flee, shaking off the dropping drowsiness of slumber.
XIV THE ORCHARD-CORNER ANYTE
I, Hermes, stand here by the windy orchard in the cross-ways nigh the grey sea-sh.o.r.e, giving rest on the way to wearied men; and the fountain wells forth cold stainless water.
XV PASTORAL SOLITUDE SATYRUS
Tongueless Echo along this pastoral slope makes answering music to the birds with repeating voice.
XVI TO A BLACKBIRD SINGING MARCUS ARGENTARIUS
No longer now warble on the oak, no longer sing, O blackbird, sitting on the topmost spray; this tree is thine enemy; hasten where the vine rises in cl.u.s.tering shade of silvered leaves; on her bough rest the sole of thy foot, around her sing and pour the shrill music of thy mouth; for the oak carries mistletoe baleful to birds, and she the grape-cl.u.s.ter; and the Wine-G.o.d cherishes singers.
XVII UNDER THE OAK ANTIPHILUS
Lofty-hung boughs of the tall oak, a shadowy height over men that take shelter from the fierce heat, fair-foliaged, closer-roofing than tiles, houses of wood-pigeons, houses of crickets, O noontide branches, protect me likewise who lie beneath your tresses, fleeing from the sun's rays.
XVIII THE RELEASE OF THE OX ADDAEUS
The labouring ox, outworn with old age and labour of the furrow, Alcon did not lead to the butchering knife, reverencing it for its works; and astray in the deep meadow gra.s.s it rejoices with lowings over freedom from the plough.