Love
Ode III
Translated by Thomas Moore (1800) · From Odes of Anacreon (1800)
Love
Listen to the Muse's lyre,
Master of the pencil's fire!
Sketched in painting's bold display,
Many a city first portray;
Many a city, revelling free,
Full of loose festivity.
Picture then a rosy train,
Bacchants straying o'er the plain;
Piping, as they roam along,
Roundelay or shepherd-song.
Paint me next, if painting may
Such a theme as this portray,
All the earthly heaven of love
These delighted mortals prove.
Cite this poem
MLA
Anacreon. “Ode III.” Translated by Thomas Moore. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/anacreon/2/.
Chicago
Anacreon. “Ode III.” Translated by Thomas Moore. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/anacreon/2/.
Read this poem with the Codex →