Littell's Living Age/Volume 155/Issue 1999/"Na metade do Ceo subido ardia"

(The first mention of "Natercia.")

on the midway firmamental hill The Shepherd genial-clear, what time 'gan stray The Goats from greeny meads, and sought the way To grateful freshness of a cooly rill.

Under the treën leaves and shadows chill The Birds took shelter from the burning ray; Their modulate psalmody they fain must stay And air heard nothing save hoarse chirp of gryll.

When Shepherd Liso, lone on grass-grown lea, Sought where his cruel Nymph, Natercia, wone'd,         Wailing with thousand weary sighs his lot;

"Why flee the lover who fares lost for thee    To one who loves thee not?" (This wise he moan'd); And Echo answered (moaning) loves thee not. Na metade do Céu subido ardia