The Tomb of Anacreon - Simonides of Amorgos

Mother of purple grapes, soul-soothing vine,

Whose verdant boughs their graceful tendrils twine:

Still round this urn, with youth unfading, bloom,

The gentle slope of old Anacreon’s tomb.

For so the unmixed-goblet-loving sire,

Touching the livelong night his amorous lyre,

Even low in earth, upon his brows shall wear

The ruddy clustering crowns thy branches bear,

Where, though still fall the sweetest dews, the song

Distilled more sweetly from that old man’s tongue.

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Simonides of Amorgos (7th century BC) Greece 

Translated by H. H. Milman

Source: Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes, ed. by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Boston: James R. Osgood & Co., 1876–79