For thee great hymns the godlike Pindar sing,
Following thee there upon the waves Alphaean!
Juvenilia.
XVIII A DREAM IN SUMMER
In the midst of thy song, O Homer, with battles ever resounding,
the midsummer heat overcame me; my head fell asleep
there on Scamander's bank; but my heart fled at once,
as soon as set free, back again to the shore of Tyrrhenia.
I dreamed—dreamed pleasant things of the new years coming to me,
of books no more! My chamber, stifled with the heat of the July sun,