Detected through the flattering smile.
A truce to this unbridled course 75
Doth intervene—no need of force.
We spread upon the flowery grass
The noontide meal—each lad and lass
Obeys the call—we form a Round,
And all are seated on the ground. 80
The sun’s meridian hour is passed,
Again begins the emulous race,
Again succeeds the sportive chase.