Meliogeny
- There was a hill and on this hill there was
- an open space, a level area
- made green by all the grasses growing there.
- The place lacked shade, until that poet born
- of heaven came to be in residence,
- and plucking his resounding lyre strings,
- he summoned many shade trees to his presence:
- the oak tree sacred to great Jupiter,
- a grove of poplars (once Heliades)
- and the Italian oak, with deep green leaves;
- soft linden, beech and laurel (still unwed)
- with the tender hazel and the useful ash
- (providing us with spears and javelins);
- pine without knots, the acorn-laden ilex,
- the genial plane tree and the maple too,
- (unrivaled in the brilliance of its hue);
- and river-dwelling willows, lotus trees,
- thin tamarisk and boxwood evergreen,
- and myrtle with its berries green and black,
- viburnum with its gray and blue,
- and you as well, O twining ivy, came,
- along with tendriled vines and the vine-clad elm,
- the mountain ash, the spruce, the arbutus
- (encumbered with its fruit of brilliant red)
- and victory's reward, the supple palm,
- and the pine tree, bare to near its shaggy top,
- so pleasing to Cybele, Mother of the Gods,
- since her beloved Attis put aside
- his manhood for that trunk in which he stiffened.
-- from Charles Martin’s translation of the Metamorphoses.