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P. Vergilius Maro, Eclogues (ed. J. B. Greenough), MENALCAS MOPSUS (search)
heat. Nor on the reeds alone,
but with thy voice art thou, thrice happy boy,
ranked with thy master, second but to him.
Yet will I, too, in turn, as best I may,
sing thee a song, and to the stars uplift
thy Daphnis—Daphnis to the stars extol,
for me too Daphnis loved.
Than such a boon
what dearer could I deem? the boy himself
was worthy to be sung, and many a time
hath Stimichon to me your singing praised.
“In dazzling sheen with unaccustomed eyes
daphnis stands rapt before Olympus' gate,
and sees beneath his feet the clouds and stars.
Wherefore the woods and fields, Pan, shepherd-folk,
and Dryad-maidens, thrill with eager joy;
nor wolf with treacherous wile assails the flock,
nor nets the stag: kind Daphnis loveth peace.
The unshorn mountains to the stars up-toss
voices of gladness; ay, the very rocks,
the very thickets, shout and sing, ‘A god,
a god is he, Menalcas’ Be thou kind,
propitious to thine own. Lo! altars four,
twain to thee, Daphnis, and to Phoebus twai
with flowers and bitter parsley, spake:
“These reeds the Muses give thee, take them thou,
erst to the aged bard of Ascra given,
wherewith in singing he was wont to draw
time-rooted ash-trees from the mountain heights.
With these the birth of the Grynean grove
be voiced by thee, that of no grove beside
apollo more may boast him.” Wherefore speak
of Scylla, child of Nisus, who, 'tis said,
her fair white loins with barking monsters girt
vexed the Dulichian ships, and, in the deep
swift-eddying whirlpool, with her sea-dogs tore
the trembling mariners? or how he told
of the changed limbs of Tereus—what a feast,
what gifts, to him by Philomel were given;
how swift she sought the desert, with what wings
hovered in anguish o'er her ancient home?
All that, of old, Eurotas, happy stream,
heard, as Apollo mused upon the lyre,
and bade his laurels learn, Silenus sang;
till from Olympus, loth at his approach,
vesper, advancing, bade the shepherds tell
their tale of sheep, and pen them in the