Odes of Anacreon - Ode 63
ODE LXIII.
To Love, the soft and blooming child,
I touch the harp in descant wild:
To Love, the babe of Cyprian bowers,
The boy, who breathes and blushes flowers;
To Love, for heaven and earth adore him,
And gods and mortals bow before him!
To Love, the soft and blooming child,
I touch the harp in descant wild:
To Love, the babe of Cyprian bowers,
The boy, who breathes and blushes flowers;
To Love, for heaven and earth adore him,
And gods and mortals bow before him!
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