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...
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I Bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, |
A Cloud lay cradled near the setting sun, |
[1853] There came at last a little cloud, |
The Sun retired to a cloud |