“Farewell to Bithynia (Catullus 46)”
Mills College Year Book, Oakland, California, 1929
Now returns the gentle spring;
Silent grows the stormy sky;
Soft the zephyrs sweetly sing.
Left behind be the Phrygii,
Left behind, the scorching plain:
O Catullus, let us fly
Where abounds great Asia's fame,
To rove my eager soul doth sigh;
My joyful feet are wont to roam.
You who retrace—from adventure's spell—
Various ways to distant home,
O Bithynian friends, farewell!