or Cinna deem I, but account myselfa cackling goose among melodious swans.MOERIS'Twas in my thought to do so, Lycidas;even now was I revolving silentlyif this I could recall—no paltry song:“Come, Galatea, what pleasure is 't to playamid the waves? Here glows the Spring, here earthbeside the streams pours forth a thousand flowers;here the white poplar bends above the cave,and the lithe vine weaves shadowy covert: come,leave the mad waves to beat upon the shore.”LYCIDASWhat of the strain I heard you singing onceon a clear night alone? the notes I stillremember, could I but recall the words.MOERIS“Why, Daphnis, upward gazing, do you markthe ancient risings of the Signs? for lookwhere Dionean Caesar's star comes forthin heaven, to gladden all the fields with corn,and to the grape upon the sunny slopesher colour bring! Now, the pears;