SONG OF THE CLOUDS (from "The Clouds")

by: Aristophanes

      LOUD-MAIDENS that float on forever,
      Dew-sprinkled, fleet bodies, and fair,
      Let us rise from our Sire's loud river,
      Great Ocean, and soar through the air
      To the peaks of the pine-covered mountains where the pines hang as tressed of hair.
      Let us seek the watch towers undaunted,
      Where the well-watered cornfields abound,
      And through murmurs of rivers nymph-haunted,
      The songs of the sea-waves resound;
      And the sun in the sky never wearies of spreading his radiance around.
      Let us cast off the haze
      Of the mists from our band,
      Till with far-seeing gaze
      We may look on the land.
      Cloud-maidens that bring the rain shower,
      To the Pallas-loved land let us wing,
      To the land of stout heroes and Power,
      Where Kekrops was hero and king,
      Where honor and silence is given
      To the mysteries that none may declare,
      Where are gifts to the high gods in heaven
      When the house of the gods is laid bare,
      Where are lofty roofed temples, and statues well carven and fair;
      Where are feasts to the happy immortals
      When the sacred procession draws near,
      Where garlands make bright the bright portals
      At all seasons and months in the year;
      And when spring days are here,
      Then we tread to the wine-god a measure,
      In Bacchanal dance and in pleasure,
      'Mid the contests of sweet singing choirs,
      And the crash of loud lyres.

This English translation, by Oscar Wilde, of 'Song of the Clouds' is reprinted from Greek Poets in English Verse. Ed. William Hyde Appleton. Cambridge: The Riverside Press, 1893.




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