garlands to fetters turned, they bind him fast.Then Aegle, fairest of the Naiad-band,aegle came up to the half-frightened boys,came, and, as now with open eyes he lay,with juice of blood-red mulberries smeared him o'er,both brow and temples. Laughing at their guile,and crying, “Why tie the fetters? loose me, boys;enough for you to think you had the power;now list the songs you wish for—songs for you,another meed for her”—forthwith began.Then might you see the wild things of the wood,with Fauns in sportive frolic beat the time,and stubborn oaks their branchy summits bow.Not Phoebus doth the rude Parnassian cragso ravish, nor Orpheus so entrance the heightsof Rhodope or Ismarus: for he sanghow through the mighty void the seeds were drivenof earth, air, ocean, and of liquid fire,how all that is from these beginnings grew,and the young world itself took solid shape,