Spring
by: Alcaeus (7th-6th century B.C.)
translated by James S. Easby-Smith
I feel the coming of the flowery Spring,
Wakening tree and vine;
A bowl capacious quickly bring
And mix the honeyed wine.
Weave for my throat a garland of fresh dill,
And crown my head with flowers,
And o'er my breast sweet perfumes spill
In aromatic showers.
