‘Draw from the town, my songs, draw Daphnis home.’Take ashes, Amaryllis, fetch them forth,and o'er your head into the running brookfling them, nor look behind: with these willupon the heart of Daphnis make essay.Nothing for gods, nothing for songs cares he.‘Draw from the town, my songs, draw Daphnis home.’Look, look I the very embers of themselveshave caught the altar with a flickering flame,while I delay to fetch them: may the signprove lucky! something it must mean, for sure,and Hylax on the threshold 'gins to bark!May we believe it, or are lovers stillby their own fancies fooled?Give o'er, my songs,daphnis is coming from the town, give o'er.”
LYCIDAS MOERISLYCIDASSay whither, Moeris?—Make you for the town,or on what errand bent?MOERISO Lycidas,we have lived to see, what never yet we feared,