IDYL III. AMARYLLIS, I Go to serenade my charming fair, Sweet Amaryllis! why dost thou no more, Dost hate me? or do I myself discover Flat-nosed, or with a length of chin, when near? Thy scorn will make me hang myself, I swear. Behold, ten apples, nymph! I bring for thee, Plucked from the place where thou didst order me To pluck them; others will I bring to-morrow. O! that I were a little humming bee, Το pass thro' fern and ivy in to thee, Where in thy cave thou dost thyself conceal! a grievous god to feel; I now know love He surely sucked a savage lioness, Reared in the wild, who works me such distress, Eating into the marrow of the bone. O sweet in aspect! altogether stone! Nymph! with thine eye-brows of a raven hue, Agræo, the diviner by the sieve, Forewarned me also what I now believe, (Binding the sheaves, the reapers followed she,) When in the race, mistrustful of his knees, To win the virgin ran Hippomenes; Three golden apples in his hand he took, And Atalanta could not help but look She saw, and maddened instant at the sight, And rushed into the gulf of love outright. The seer Melampus from Mount Othrys drove The stolen herd to Pylos. Thence did Love His brother Bias crown - for in his arms Alphesibæa's mother lodged her charms. Did not Adonis, the fair shepherd youth, So madden Cypris that for very ruth, E'en when she had received his dying gasp, She could not bear to loose him from her clasp? Who in his life did those sweet joys obtain, Of which ye must not, shall not hear, profane! How my head aches! my anguish doth not move thee; I'll sing no more, and since in vain I love thee, Here will I lie-me here the wolves shall eat; 'Twill be to thee like melting honey sweet. |