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I, Hermes, by the grey sea-shore,
Set where the three roads meet,
Outside the wind-swept garden,
Give rest to weary feet;
The waters of my fountain
Are clear, and cool, and sweet.

— Anyte of Tegea

Ἑρμᾶς τᾶιδ᾽ ἕστακα παρ᾽ ὄρχατον ἠνεμόεντα
ἐν τριόδοις πολιᾶς ἐγγύθεν ἀιόνος,
ἀνράσι κεκμηῶσιν ἔχων ἄμπαυσιν ὁδοῖο·
ψυχρὸν δ᾽ ἀχραὲς κράνα ὑποπροχέει.

Original text (Ancient Greek)

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Sit all beneath fair leaves of spreading bay,
And draw sweet water from a timely spring,
And let your breathless limbs, this summer day,
Rest, in the west wind’s airy buffeting.

No more exulting o'er the buoyant sea
High shall I raise my head in gambols free;
Nor by some gallant ship breathe out the air,
Pleas'd with my own bright image figur'd there.
The storm's black mist has forc'd me to the land,
And laid me lifeless on this couch of sand.

You see with what a roguish eye and self-complacent mien
Yon horned goat of Bromios surveys his shaggy chin.
He is proud to know those bearded cheeks have oft-times been caressed
By the Naiad’s rosy fingers who haunts the mountain crest.

Red reins, O Goat, these boys have set about
Thy neck, a muzzle on thy shaggy snout,
And round God’s temple ply their mimic race,
That he may look on them with kindly face.

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