SONG 46

- after Catullus

Now that warmer days fling back 

The arid fury of the winter night,

And spring the amber breeze makes quiet,

Let us melt away from childhood fields, -

Though abundant, sweltering, -

And make for Asia’s distant riot.

Now the anxious mind to travel yields,

And our ancient arms are strong.

So to friends a long farewell

Who leave together for a distant site:

Different roads different men foretell.