Ἀμφὶ δὲ ψῦχρον κελάδει δι' ὔσδων
μαλίνων, αἰθυσσομένων δὲ φύλλων
κῶμα καταρρεῖ
And round about the [breeze] murmurs cool through apple-boughs, and slumber streams from quivering leaves.
Through orchard-plots with fragrance crowned
The clear cold fountain murmuring flows;
And forest leaves with rustling sound
Invite to soft repose.
J. H. Merivale.
All around through branches of apple-orchards