Classical Music | Baritone

Recorded on 04/10/2006, uploaded on 03/27/2009

Musician's or Publisher's Notes

When Hebe, with her eyes lowered, blushing and artless
walked towards their banqueting-table,
the gods, enchanted, would hold out their empty cups
and the girl would fill them with nectar.

We also, all of us, when youth comes past,
jostle to hold our goblets out.
What wine does the goddess pour?
One we don't know, which exalts and enraptures.

Immortally graceful, Hebe smiles
and walks away; there's no calling her back.
For a long time still, watching the eternal road,
we follow with tearful gaze the divine cup-bearer.