From the Greek by Andrew Lang
From “The Clouds”
SOCRATES SPEAKS.
HITHER, come hither, ye Clouds renowned, and unveil yourselves here;
  Come, though ye dwell on the sacred crests of Olympian snow,
Or whether ye dance with the Nereid Choir in the gardens clear,
  Or whether your golden urns are dipped in Nile’s overflow,
      Or whether you...