Ah friends, who altered grow

    …Ὄττινας γάρ 
εὖ θέω, κῆνοί με μάλιστα σίνον-

ται…

     AH friends, who altered grow, 
     No rancour shall ye sow 
     Within my simple mind : 
I ponder on the days when ye were kind. 

     In summer drouth we tread 
     A torrent's whitened bed, 
     And love to recollect 
How here the deep, cold waters rushed uncheckt. 

     The oleander-rose 
     Its flushing light still throws 
     Across the stony track ; 
And all the fertilizing founts well back. 

    We see by the ravine 
    The seats of shady green 
    That drew us to the bank : 
Sacred the channel where athirst we drank. 

    I will not then refuse 
    On those sweet years to muse 
    Before ye loved me less, 
O friends, or sought to injure and distress. 

    Ill-favoured now ye seem, 
    But I of you will dream 
    As of a beauty gone 
That once the lingering sunshine looked upon.