I see Anacreon smile and sing;
His silver tresses breathe perfume,
His cheek displays a second spring
Of roses, taught by wine to bloom.
Away, deceitful cares, away!
And let me listen to his lay;
While flowery dreams my soul employ;
While turtle-wing'd the laughing hours,
Lead hand in hand the festal powers,
Lead youth and love, and harmless joy.
Anacreon