HERE where the roses blossom, where vines round the laurels are 
twining,

Where the turtle-dove calls, where the blithe cricket is heard,
Say, whose grave can this be, with life by all the Immortals

Beauteously planted and deck'd?--Here doth Anacreon sleep
Spring and summer and autumn rejoiced the thrice-happy minstrel,

And from the winter this mound kindly hath screen'd him at last.

                                1789.*

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Poet: Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Poem: 3. ANACREON'S GRAVE.
Volume: The Poems - 14. Antiques
Year: Published/Written in 1853
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