CLOUD-MAIDENS that float on forever, <br />Dew-sprinkled, fleet bodies, and fair, <br />Let us rise from our Sire's loud river, <br />Great Ocean, and soar through the air <br />To the peaks of the pine-covered mountains where the pines hang as tressed of hair. <br />Let us seek the watch towers undaunted, <br />Where the well-watered cornfields abound, <br />And through murmurs of rivers nymph-haunted, <br />The songs of the sea-waves resound; <br />And the sun in the sky never wearies of spreading his radiance around. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Let us cast off the haze <br /> <br />Of the mists from our band, <br /> <br />Till with far-seeing gaze <br /> <br />We may look on the land. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Cloud-maidens that bring the rain shower, <br /> <br />To the Pallas-loved land let us wing, <br /> <br />To the land of stout heroes and Power, <br /> <br />Where Kekrops was hero and king, <br /> <br />Where honor and silence is given <br /> <br />To the mysteries that none may declare, <br /> <br />Where are gifts to the high gods in heaven <br /> <br />When the house of the gods is laid bare, <br /> <br />Where are lofty roofed temples, and statues well carven and fair; <br /> <br />Where are feasts to the happy immortals <br /> <br />When the sacred procession draws near, <br /> <br />Where garlands make bright the bright portals <br /> <br />At all seasons and months in the year; <br /> <br />And when spring days are here, <br /> <br />Then we tread to the wine-god a measure, <br /> <br />In Bacchanal dance and in pleasure, <br /> <br />'Mid the contests of sweet singing choirs, <br /> <br />And the crash of loud lyres.<br /><br />Aristophanes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-of-the-clouds-from-the-clouds-2/
