When sprightly youths my eyes survey
I too am young and I am gay;
In dance my active body swims,
And sudden pinions lift my limbs.
Haste, crown, Cybaeba, crown my brows
With garlands of the fragrant rose!
Hence, hoary age! — I now am strong,
And dance a youth among the young.
Come then, my friends! the goblet drain;
Bless'd juice! — I feel thee in each vein.
See how with active bounds I spring,
How strong and yet how sweet I sing!
How blest am I, who thus excel
In pleasing arts of trifling well.