And one waste desolated world.
Charm’d by the magic of his tongue,
I lost the strains I lately sung,
While those he taught, remain impress’d
For ever on my faithful breast.
DORUS.
[BION. IDYLLIUM III. THE TEACHER TAUGHT.
TRANSLATED BY FAWKES.
As late I slumbering lay, before my sight
Bright Venus rose in visions of the night: