that day when I thy deeds may celebrate,ever that day when through the whole wide worldI may renown thy verse—that verse aloneof Sophoclean buskin worthy found?With thee began, to thee shall end, the strain.Take thou these songs that owe their birth to thee,and deign around thy temples to let creepthis ivy-chaplet 'twixt the conquering bays.Scarce had night's chilly shade forsook the skywhat time to nibbling sheep the dewy grass