thus Damon: but do ye, Pierian Maids—we cannot all do all things—tell me howalphesiboeus to his strain replied.ALPHESIBOEUS“Bring water, and with soft wool-fillet bindthese altars round about, and burn thereonrich vervain and male frankincense, that Imay strive with magic spells to turn astraymy lover's saner senses, whereuntothere lacketh nothing save the power of song.‘Draw from the town, my songs, draw Daphnis home.’Songs can the very moon draw down from heavencirce with singing changed from human formthe comrades of Ulysses, and by songis the cold meadow-snake, asunder burst.‘Draw from the town, my songs, draw Daphnis home.’These triple threads of threefold colour firstI twine about thee, and three times withalaround these altars do thine image bear:uneven numbers are the god's delight.‘Draw from the town, my songs, draw Daphnis home.’