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Inscription.


For a Grotto


To me who in their lays the shepherds call
Actæa, daughter of the neighbouring stream,
This cave belongs. The fig-tree and the vine,
Which o'er the rocky entrance downward shoot
Were placed by Glycon. He with cowslips pale,
Primrose and purple lychnis, decked the green
Before my threshold, and my shelving walls
With honeysuckle covered. Here at noon,
Led by the murmur of my rising fount,
I slumber: here my clus'tring fruits I tend:10
Or from the humid flowers, at break of day,

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