harder this clay, this wax the softer grows,so by my love may Daphnis; sprinkle meal,and with bitumen burn the brittle bays.Me Daphnis with his cruelty doth burn,I to melt cruel Daphnis burn this bay.‘Draw from the town, my songs, draw Daphnis home.’As when some heifer, seeking for her steerthrough woodland and deep grove, sinks wearied outon the green sedge beside a stream, love-lorn,nor marks the gathering night that calls her home—as pines that heifer, with such love as hersmay Daphnis pine, and I not care to heal.‘Draw from the town, my songs, draw Daphnis home.’These relics once, dear pledges of himself,the traitor left me, which, O earth, to theehere on this very threshold I commit—pledges that bind him to redeem the debt.‘Draw from the town, my songs, draw Daphnis home.’These herbs of bane to me did Moeris give,in Pontus culled, where baneful herbs abound.