"They grow in plenty—by their magic power
"Oft have I seen Mœris become a wolf
"Hiding in woods, and from deep graves call forth
"The shrinking ghosts, then charm the growing crops
"From the sown fields, to other grounds transferred.
"Bring Daphnis, O my songs, bring Daphnis home!
"Bring ashes, Amaryllis, out of doors,
"Throw o'er thy head into the running brook.
"Look not behind thee! I will now attach
"Daphnis with these—he scorns both gods and charms!
"Bring Daphnis, O my songs, bring Daphnis home.
"Look how the ashes of themselves have clothed
"With flickering flames the altars whilst I wait!
"A lucky omen—tho' I know not what—
"And in the doorway, hear how Hylas barks.
"May we believe, or do all lovers dream?
"Now cease, my songs, for from the town at last.
My Daphnis comes!
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