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,