"Go, seek your home, my lambs; my thoughts To other cares than those of feeding you. [are due Whate'er befall, unless by cruel chance The wolf first gave me a forbidding glance, While Pales shall the flocks and pastures love, "Go, seek your home, my lambs; my thoughts "Go, seek your home, my lambs; my thoughts To other cares than those of feeding you. [are due In whom shall I confide? Whose counsel find A balmy medicine for my troubled mind? Or whose discourse with innocent delight Shall fill me now, and cheat the wintry night, elm. While hisses on my hearth the pulpy pear, 66 Go, seek your home, my lambs; my thoughts To other cares than those of feeding you. [are due Where glens and vales are thickest overgrown With tangled boughs, I wander now alone, Till night descend, while blustering wind and shower Beat on my temples through the shatter'd bower. "Go, seek your home, my lambs; my thoughts To other cares than those of feeding you. [are due Alas! what rampant weeds now shame my fields, And what a mildew'd crop the furrow yields; My rambling vines, unwedded to the trees, Bear shrivel'd grapes; my myrtles fail to please; Nor please me more my flocks: they, slighted, turn Their unavailing looks on me, and mourn. "Go, seek your home, my lambs; my thoughts To other cares than those of feeding you. [are due Ægon invites me to the hazel grove, Where branching elms exclude the midday heat. 'Here fountains spring-here mossy hillocks rise; Here zephyr whispers, and the stream replies.'— Thus each persuades, but, deaf to every call, I gain the thickets, and escape them all. Go, seek your home, my lambs; my thoughts To other cares than those of feeding you. [are due Then Mopsus said, (the same who reads so well The voice of birds, and what the stars foretell, For he by chance had noticed my return) 'What means thy sullen mood, this deep concern? Ah, Thyrsis! thou art either crazed with love, Or some sinister influence from above; Dull Saturn's influence oft the shepherds rue; His leaden shaft oblique has pierced thee through.' Go, go, my lambs, unpastured as ye are, My thoughts are all now due to other care. appear The brow of youth, stern, gloomy, and severe; Brisk youth should laugh, and love—ah, shun the fate [late!' Of those, twice wretched mopes! who love too "Go, go, my lambs, unpastured as ye are; My thoughts are all now due to other care. Ægle with Hyas came, to soothe my pain, The same law governs, where the billows roar, With whom he picks the grain that suits him best, Scorning all others, in a single choice. We scarce in thousands meet one kindred mind, And if the long-sought good at last we find, When least we fear it, Death our treasure steals, And gives our heart a wound that nothing heals. 66 Go, go, my lambs, unpastured as ye are ; My thoughts are all now due to other care. Go, go, my lambs, untended homeward fare; My thoughts are all now due to other care. Although well pleased, ye tuneful Tuscan swains! My mind the memory of your worth retains, Yet not your worth can teach me less to mourn My Damon lost. He too was Tuscan born, Born in your Lucca, city of renown! And wit possess'd, and genius, like your own. Oh how elate was I, when stretch'd beside The murmuring course of Arno's breezy tide, Beneath the poplar grove I pass'd my hours, Now cropping myrtles, and now vernal flowers, |