Book 2 — ANACREON. ODE XXII.
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Παρὰ τὴν σκίην, βάϑυλλε, Κάϑισον · ——
Bathyllus, in yonder lone grove All carelessly let us recline: To shade us the branches above Their leaf-waving tendrils combine; While a streamlet inviting repose Soft murmuring wanders away, And gales warble wild through the boughs: Who there would not pass the sweet day?