Delicate Graces, come


    Δεῦτέ νυν ἄβραι Χάριτες, καλλίκομοί τε Μοῖσαι·

         DELICATE Graces, come, 
         And charm my days, 
         With purest loveliness and smiles 
         And gracious ways ; 
    For what were life without the spell 
    And mirth that in your presence dwell, 
    When with linked arms, fresh-blushing, ye 
    Stray from the Cyprian deity ! 

         Ye fair-haired Muses, come, 
         And bless my days, 
         With holy ecstasy and might 
         Of deathless lays; 
    For what were life without the glow, 
    The joy that crowned poets know, 
    When ye descend your mountain ground, 
    And wake the cithara's full sound !