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Spring Song
Now swallows build beneath the eves
And shape anew their rounded homes
Now meadows smile with tender leaves
And know that spring has come.
Now is the time for ships to go
And lightly o'er the billows leap
While winter winds no longer blow
Or vex the ocean deep
Come then ye shipmen hoist the sail
And from its nest the anchor haul
Coil the wet ropes and take the gale
Lo, I Priapus call.
from _Three Greek Songs_, Op. 38
_Translations from the original Greek by F. A. Wright_
And shape anew their rounded homes
Now meadows smile with tender leaves
And know that spring has come.
Now is the time for ships to go
And lightly o'er the billows leap
While winter winds no longer blow
Or vex the ocean deep
Come then ye shipmen hoist the sail
And from its nest the anchor haul
Coil the wet ropes and take the gale
Lo, I Priapus call.
from _Three Greek Songs_, Op. 38
_Translations from the original Greek by F. A. Wright_
