Her shepherd cheered, of her enamoured less
Than I of thee.”
Fletcher, in the “Faithful Shepherdess,” tells:
“How the pale Phœbe, hunting in a grove,
First saw the boy Endymion, from whose eyes
She took eternal fire that never dies;
How she conveyed him softly in a sleep,
His temples bound with poppy, to the steep
Head of old Latmos, where she stoops each night,
Gilding the mountain with her brother’s light,