Come, let me change my sour for sweet,And smile complacent as before:Hear me my palinode repeat,And give me back your heart once more.The pleasures of LucretilisTempt Faunus from his Grecian seat;He keeps my little goats in blissApart from wind, and rain, and heat.In safety rambling o'er the swardFor arbutes and for thyme they peer,The ladies of the unfragrant lord,Nor vipers, green with venom, fear,Nor savage wolves, of Mars' own breed,My Tyndaris, while Ustica's dellIs vocal with the silvan reed,And music thrills the limestone fell.