Oh, 'tis sweet, when fields are ringing <br />With the merry cricket's singing, <br />Oft to mark with curious eye <br />If the vine-tree's time be nigh: <br />Here is now the fruit whose birth <br />Cost a throe to Mother Earth. <br />Sweet it is, too, to be telling, <br />How the luscious figs are swelling; <br />Then to riot without measure <br />In the rich, nectareous treasure, <br />While our grateful voices chime,-- <br />Happy season! blessed time.<br /><br />Aristophanes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-harvest-4/
