And yet such music worthiest were to blaze 2. SONG. O'ER the smooth enamell'd green, Follow me as I sing, And touch the warbled string, Under the shady roof Of branching elm star-proof. Follow me, I will bring you where she sits, Clad in splendour as befits Such a rural Queen All Arcadia hath not seen. 3. SONG. NYMPHS and shepherds dance no more By sandy Ladon's lilied banks, On old Lycæus or Cyllene hoar Trip no more in twilight ranks, Though Erymanth your loss deplore, A better soil shall give ye thanks. From the stony Mænalus Bring your flocks, and live with us, To serve the Lady of this place. Though Syrinx your Pan's mistress were, Yet Syrinx well might wait on her. |