And snuffed with joy the fragrant gale.
Bounding at length to seek repose
Beneath an oak tree’s welcome shade,
He saw amid the herbage close,
A shepherd’s flute neglected laid.
Starting—he turned him at the sight—
Then stooped the wonder near to view—
When lo! his breath by chance aright,
A tone of sudden music drew!
Proud he looked up.—“What mortal now