With musical confusion load the air.
In deeper note the ring-dove, ’midst the groves,
To his coy mate soft-cooing breathes his loves.
The list’ning swains, through ev’ry brow and dale,
Delighted hear, and shout the cuckoo’s simple tale.
The flocks and herds, whom thou supply’st with food,
Enjoying thank thee, and pronounce it good.
The fleecy people crop the early dew;
The tender lambs their harmless sports pursue.
The heifer’s low fills all the valleys round: