CLEOBIS AND BITON.1(In Argos.)
Praise to the Queen of Heaven, Hera stately and fair!
I, her Argive priestess, above all women am blest!
Her glorious gaze meets mine when the sky is blue and bare;
I see the gleam of her robes as clouds float up from the west;—
List, while her viewless singer, the cuckoo, enchants the air,
And the flowers of her pomegranates flame on the thicket's crest.
I, her Argive priestess, above all women am blest!
Her glorious gaze meets mine when the sky is blue and bare;
I see the gleam of her robes as clouds float up from the west;—
List, while her viewless singer, the cuckoo, enchants the air,
And the flowers of her pomegranates flame on the thicket's crest.
Azure and gold was that morning, her festival morn;
Purple through silvery haze the peaks encompassed the plain;
Ocean rolled flashing to ether, and a wind with sunrise born
Blew from the Fields Elysian beyond the blight of pain;
Purple through silvery haze the peaks encompassed the plain;
Ocean rolled flashing to ether, and a wind with sunrise born
Blew from the Fields Elysian beyond the blight of pain;
