'Tis spring! the boats bound to the sea; br The breezes, loitering kindly over br The fields, again bring herds and men br The grateful cheer of honeyed clover. br br Now Venus hither leads her train, br The Nymphs and Graces join in orgies, br The moon is bright and by her light br Old Vulcan kindles up his forges. br br Bind myrtle now about your brow, br And weave fair flowers in maiden tresses-- br Appease God Pan, who, kind to man, br Our fleeting life with affluence blesses. br br But let the changing seasons mind us br That Death's the certain doom of mortals-- br Grim Death who waits at humble gat br And likewise stalks through kingly portals. br br Soon, Sestius, shall Plutonian shades br Enfold you with their hideous seemings-- br Then love and mirth and joys of earth br Shall fade away like fevered dreamings.