daphnis beneath a rustling ilex-treehad sat him down; Thyrsis and Corydonhad gathered in the flock, Thyrsis the sheep,and Corydon the she-goats swollen with milk—both in the flower of age, Arcadians both,ready to sing, and in like strain reply.Hither had strayed, while from the frost I fendmy tender myrtles, the he-goat himself,lord of the flock; when Daphnis I espy!