Catullus 46

Now spring brings back unchilled warmth, now the madness of the equinoctial sky grows quiet with the pleasant breezes of the Zephyr. May the Phrygian fields be left, Catullus, and the rich land of steamy Nicaea: let us fly to the bright cities of Asia. Now the anticipating mind yearns to wander, now happy feet grow strong with eagerness. O sweet band of companions, goodbye, whom, having set off far from home, varied roads call back variously.