The Sileni, and Sylvans, and Fauns,
And the nymphs of woods, and waves,
To the edge of the moist river lawns,
And the brink of the dewy caves,
And all that did there attendant follow,
Were silent with love, as you now, Apollo,
With envy of my sweet pipings.
"I sang of the dancing stars,
I sang of the dædal earth,
And of heaven, and giant wars,