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The Call to the Nightingale

By Aristophanes (c. 448–c. 388 B.C.)

From ‘The Birds’: Translation of John Hookham Frere

AWAKE! awake!

Sleep no more, my gentle mate!

With your tiny tawny bill,

Wake the tuneful echo shrill,

On vale or hill;

Or in her airy rocky seat,

Let her listen and repeat

The tender ditty that you tell,

The sad lament,

The dire event,

To luckless Itys that befell.

Thence the strain

Shall rise again,

And soar amain,

Up to the lofty palace gate

Where mighty Apollo sits in state

In Jove’s abode, with his ivory lyre,

Hymning aloud to the heavenly choir,

While all the gods shall join with thee

In a celestial symphony.