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Just where it fell his garland lay hard by;
For this he sang :-How, drawn from that vast
void, Gathered the germs of earth and air and sea
And liquid flame. How the Beginning sprang Thence, and the young world waxed into a ball. Then Earth, grown harder, walled the sea-god off In seas, and slowly took substantial form : 40 Till on an awed world dawned the wondrous sun, And straight from heaven, by clouds unbroken, fell The showers; as woods first bourgeoned, here and
there A wild beast wandering over hills unknown. Of Pyrrha casting stones, and Saturn's reign, The stolen fire, the eagles of the rock, He sings: and then, beside what spring last
seen The sailors called for Hylas—till the shore All rang with ‘Hylas,' 'Hylas :'--and consoles (Happy if horned herds never had been born,) 50 With some fair bullock's love Pasiphae. Ah! hapless maid! What madness this of thine ? Once a king's daughters made believe to low, And ranged the leas : but neither stooped to ask Those base beasts' love: though each had often
feared To find the ploughman's gear about her neck,
And felt on her smooth brow for budding horns. Ah! hapless maid! Thou roam’st from hill to hill: He under some dark oak-his snowy side Cushioned on hyacinths--chews the pale-green
grass, Or woos some favourite from the herd. "Close,
Nymphs, Dictæan Nymphs, oh close the forest-glades ! If a bull's random footprints by some chance Should greet me! Lured, may be, by greener
grass, Or in the herd's wake following, vagrant kine May bring him straight into my father's fold !" - Then sings he of that maid who paused to gaze At the charmed apples :-and surrounds with moss, Bitter tree-moss, the daughters of the Sun, Till up they spring tall alders. Then he sings 70 How Gallus, wandering to Parnassus' stream, A sister led to the Aonian hills, And, in a mortal's honour, straight uprose The choir of Phoebus : How that priest of song, The shepherd Linus,-all his hair with flowers And bitter parsley shining,-spake to him.
“Take-lo! the Muses give it thee—this pipe,.
All songs which one day Phoebus sang to
charmed Eurotas—and the laurels learnt them offHe sang. The thrilled vales fling them to the stars. Till Hesper bade them house and count their flocks, And journeyed all unwelcome up the sky.
MELIBEUS, CORYDON, THYRSIS.
M. DAPHNIS was seated 'neath a murmurous oak,
When Corydon and Thyrsis (so it chanced)