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" Farewell, wolf, jackal, mountain-prisoned bear ! Ye '11 see no more by grove or giade or glen Your herdsman Daphnis ! Arethuse, farewell, 120
And the bright streams that pour down Thymbris' side.
{Begin^ siceet Maids, begin the icoodland song.^ " I am that Daphnis, who lead here my kine, Bring here to drink my oxen and my calves.
QBegi?i, sweet Maids, begin the woodland song.^ 125 " Pan, Pan, Ο whether great Lyceum's crags Thou haunt'st to-day, or mightier Maenalus, Come to the Sicel isle ! Abandon now ^ Rhium and Helice, and the mountain-cairn (That e'en gods cherish) of Lycaon's son ! 130
(FOrget, sweet Maids, forget your icoodland song.') " Come, king of song, o'er this my pipe, compact With wax and honey-breathing, arch thy lip : For surely I am torn from life by Love.
(^Forget, sweet Maids, forget your woodland song.') " From thicket now and thorn let violets spring, lae Now let white lilies drape the juniper, And pines grow figs, and nature all go wrong : For Daphnis dies. Let deer pursue the hounds. And mountain owls out-sing the nightingale." i4o
(^Forget, sweet Maids, forget your woodland song.) So spake he, and he never spake again. Fair Aphrodite would have raised his head, But all his thread was spun. So down the stream ^ Went Daphnis : closed the waters o'er a head 145
Dear to the Nine,^ of nymphs not unbeloved.
Now give me goat and cup, that I may milk The one and pour the other to the Aluse. Fare ye well. Muses, o'er and o'er farewell ! I '11 sing strains lovelier yet in days to be. 150
^ Leave Arcadia. '^ The Styx. "^ Muses.
