I, shepherdess, in lands across the main
Far off shall die—thy will thou hast avowed—
Doomed unto death, to fetter, yoke and chain.
THYRSIS.
Since Heaven in its mercy hath endowed
Thee, Damon, with such blessings, dearest friend,
With intellect so sprightly and so proud,
Yet it with thy lament and sorrow blend,
Remember that the sun's all-scorching ray
And ice's chill at last shall have an end.