Music in Greek Life

Abstract Beyond the North Wind there lies a paradise that no traveller can reach either by land or by sea. It is the country of the Hyperboreans, that blessed people whom Apollo loves and with whom he spends the winter months of every year. Untouched by illness or old age, in perpetual peace and ease, they adorn their heads with bright wreaths and spend their days in cheerful feasting, and the Muse, in accord with their ways, does not forsake that land: dance-choruses of girls are everywhere, and the assertive voices of lyres and resounding shawms are ever astir.