Classic Poem

Let me read Greek, to see if I'm awake.
Homer the immeasurable—Aeschylus
Of gloom sublime—sweet Sophocles, a lake
Reflecting life, calm and melodious—
Rare Aristophanes, the merry rake
Who brings Athena's city home to us:
Neither to-night: my resolution firm is—
I'll try the humorous old Hymn to Hermes.

‘Hymn Hermes, Muse, the son of Zeus and Maia,
Lord of Cyllene and Arcadia's flocks,
The gods' luck-bringing messenger. How shy a
Nymph was the Pleiad of the lustrous locks,
Mingling with Zeus in love! She, fain to fly a-
-far from the gods, amid tree-shaded rocks
Dwelt in a cave, where Zeus was wont to meet her,
While white-armed Here slept, none ever sweeter.