Anacreontic

Now blend the breathing roses
Of love with Dionusos;
Now bind the fair-leafed roses
Around your dripping temples,
And, laughing, drain the goblet
That foams with brimming nectar.

O rose! the sweetest blossom,
Of spring the fairest flower,
O rose! the joy of heaven.
The god of love, with roses
His yellow locks adorning,
Dances with the hours and graces.
Then crown my head with roses,
For, by thy festive temple,
I tune my harp, Ly├Žus!
And wreathed with rosy garlands
I dance among the maidens.
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