Ode 1.32
Now we are called upon. O lyre,
If ever we in secret here
Have sung one strain that men admire
And may outlive the passing year,
I pray thee tune the throbbing wire
From which my dearest songs have flowed,
And let me build for my desire
A Latin ode.
A Lesbian poet showed us first
Thy passion and thy fluent power;
And in the battle's lust and thirst,
Or quiet of the calmer hour,
He swept the silent strings; he versed
The lovely Venus in her pride;
Or showed us Cupid being nursed
Close at her side.
He chanted Bacchus wondrously;
And, when the Muses' praise was sung,
Extolled the black-eyed Lycus, he
Who was so delicate and young …
O thou who art and e'er wilt be
The charm and the delight of all,
Come and be gracious unto me—
Answer the call.
If ever we in secret here
Have sung one strain that men admire
And may outlive the passing year,
I pray thee tune the throbbing wire
From which my dearest songs have flowed,
And let me build for my desire
A Latin ode.
A Lesbian poet showed us first
Thy passion and thy fluent power;
And in the battle's lust and thirst,
Or quiet of the calmer hour,
He swept the silent strings; he versed
The lovely Venus in her pride;
Or showed us Cupid being nursed
Close at her side.
He chanted Bacchus wondrously;
And, when the Muses' praise was sung,
Extolled the black-eyed Lycus, he
Who was so delicate and young …
O thou who art and e'er wilt be
The charm and the delight of all,
Come and be gracious unto me—
Answer the call.
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