Hesiod.

        Licht glühte des Helicon Klippe
        In Mittagspurpur und Blau.


Light gleamed upon Helicon's mountain
    In the purple of mid-day and blue,
As by Aganippe's clear fountain
    A shepherd boy slept in the dew.
In seeking the lambs of his master,
    From Askra, he'd roamed through the wood,
But now all the strength of the pastor
    By the heat of the sun was subdued.

Then from sun-lighted fields of old story,
    Came Nine who were heavenly fair;
Their limbs were of beauty a glory,
    And a glory of gold was their hair.
They moved as in musical numbers,
    To the grove, Aganippe across,
And laid by the youth in his slumbers,
    Their gifts in the emerald moss.

The first a bronze style like a feather,
    The second an inkstand of brass,
The third a neat album in leather,
    The fourth a Bohemian glass,
The fifth gave red wax and a taper,
    The sixth a gold eye-glass and sheath,
The seventh cigars wrapped in paper,
    The eighth a sweet asphodel wreath.

The ninth bent her knee in the heather,
    And kissed him full tender and true,
Then vanished on high in the æther
    As angels invariably do.
Up sprung the young dreamer and panted
    And sang in a measure sublime,
And swung, like a creature enchanted,
    A twig of wild laurel in time.

Then up came his friends 'mong the peasants
    And praised his good fortune that day,
And led him with all his fine presents
    To Askra in festive array:
And there all the wisest or rudest,
    Considered the matter in doubt,
Until the Nomarchos as shrewdest
    To Böotia this sentence gave out.

'To him heaven opens a portal,
    No more at the flocks let him look.
He is destined to be an immortal,
    Write poems - and publish a book.'
They found him a rod neat and slender,
    In long garments they gave him to God;
Then he wrote them the Farmer's Calénder,
    And Theogony too - Hesiod.

Translated From The German Of Joseph Victor Scheffel By Charles G. Leland.