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.Heaven is my guardian; heaven approvesA blameless life, by song made sweet;Come hither, and the fields and grovesTheir horn shall empty at your feet.Here, shelter'd by a friendiy tree,In Teian measures you shall singBright Circe and Penelope,Love-smitten both by one sharp sting.Here shall you quaff beneath the shadeSweet Lesbian draughts that injure none,Nor fear lest Mars the realm invadeOf Semele's Thyonian son,