Oppian on Autumn

Or again [the year] turns to the harvest season’s end,
When the home of the harvesting farmer has flourished,
When the fruit of Athena fills the shining pail
And the clusters of the vines delight the wine presses,
When the beehives are heavy with lily-white honeycombs.

ἢ πάλιν ἐσχατίῃσιν ὀπωρινῇσι τροπῇσιν,
ἡνίκα δῶμα τέθηλεν ὀπωρολόγοιο γεωργοῦ,
καρπὸς Ἀθηναίης λιπαρὴν ὅτε γαυλίδα πλήθει
καὶ βότρυς ἡμερίδων θλίβων ἐπιλήνια χαίρει,
σίμβλα μελισσάων ὅτε λείρια κηρία βρίθει.

—Oppian, Cynegetica 1.124–128

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