Original painting on canvas

Spring Song - “Now swallows build beneath the eaves, And shape anew their rounded home ; Now meadows smile with tender leaves, And know that spring has come.   Now is the hour for ships to go, And lightly o'er the billows leap ; While winter winds no lonnger blow Or vew the ocean deep.   Come then, ye shipmen, hoist the sail, And from uts nest the anchor haul ; Coil the wet ropes and take the gale ; Lo I, Priapus, call” - Antipater

50 cm x 60 cm x 1.5 cm