Beneath the trees recline.
Translation of W. Hay.
TO THE CICADA.
FROM THE GREEK OF MELEAGER, 100 B. C.
Oh, shrill-voiced insect, that, with dew-drops sweet
Inebriate, dost in desert woodlands sing;
Perch’d on the spray-top with indented feet,
Thy dusky body’s echoings, harp-like ring.
Come, dear Cicada! chirp to all the grove,
The nymphs, and Pan, a new responsive strain;