Ode 3: Judicious Revelry

Haste thee, boy, the bowl of Bacchus bring,
Mingle crystal water with the wine,
This will not enflame, but make take wing
Care the black—at this we draw the line:
Let no Scythian clamours, quarrels malign,
Spoil our bout, or angry voices ring—
But be merry, hearts, and catches sing.
Translation: 
Language: 
Author of original: 
Poets of The Anacreontea
Rate this poem: 

Reviews

No reviews yet.