Theocritus, translated into English Verse

by Theocritus

Yours be yon dew-steep'd roses, yours be yon

Thick-clustering ivy, maids of Helicon:

Thine, Pythian Pæan, that dark-foliaged bay;

With such thy Delphian crags thy front array.

This horn'd and shaggy ram shall stain thy shrine,

Who crops e'en now the feathering turpentine.

II.

To Pan doth white-limbed Daphnis offer here

(He once piped sweetly on his herdsman's flute)