GetPassage urn:cts:latinLit:phi0959.phi001.perseus-eng2:3.5.1-3.5.20 urn:cts:latinLit:phi0959.phi001.perseus-eng2:3.5.1-3.5.20

'Twas in the midst and silent dead of night,When heavy sleep oppos'd my weary sight,This vision did my troubled mind affright:-To Sol expos'd there stood a rising ground,Which cast beneath a spacious shade around;A gloomy grove of spreading oaks below,And various birds were perch'd on ev'ry bough;Just on the margin of a verdant mead,Where murm'ring brooks refreshing waters spreadTo shun the heat I sought this cool recess,But in this shade I felt my heat no less;When browzing o'er the flow'ry grass appear'dA lovely cow, the fairest of the herd.By spotless white distinguished from the rest,Whiter than milk from her own udder press'd;Whiter than falling, or the driven snow,Before descending mists can make it flow.She, with a lusty bull, her happy mate,Delighted, on the tender herbage sat;There, as he crops the flow'rs, and chews the cud,