by: Caius Valerius Catullus
- EM of all
isthmuses and isles that lie,
- Fresh or salt water's children, in clear lake
- Or ampler ocean: with what joy do I
- Approach thee, Sirmio! Oh! am I awake,
- Or dream that once again my eye beholds
- Thee, and has looked its last on Thynian wolds?
- Sweetest of sweets to me that pastime seems,
- When the mind drops her burden: when--the pain
- Of travel past -- our own cot we regain,
- And nestle on the pillow of our dreams!
- 'Tis this one thought that cheers us as we roam.
- Hail, O fair Sirmio! Joy, thy lord is here!
- Joy too, ye waters of the Garda Mere!
- And ring out, all ye laughter-peals of home.
POEMS BY CATULLUS
This English translation of Catullus'
"Sirmio" was composed by Charles Stuart Calverley (1831-1884).