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 To ask who I may be, nor what my wealth

In white-fleeced flocks—or in abundant milk.

My thousand Iambs wander on Sicily's hills:

Fresh milk I lack not all the rolling year.

The airs Amphion loved, I often sing,

Calling the herds together, and, indeed

My looks are pleasant: lately on the shore

In the still mirror of the sea I saw

My image, truly now I do not fear

The rivalry of Daphnis—be thou judge.

Oh that thou wouldst be pleased to dwell with me

In humble cot, to chase the graceful stags

Or drive the kids, where the green mallows grow.

Then in the woods thou mightest sing me songs

To rival Pan himself. He first taught men

With wax to join together several reeds.

Pan guards our sheep, and faithful Shepherds too.

Scorn not to put thy lips to pastoral pipes

Whose art Amqutas gained with toil and pain.

Damœtas, dying, gave to me his pipe

Formed of seven reeds, all of unequal length—

Saying, "Its second master now thou art."

Foolish Amqutas envies me the gift.

Besides these treasures, I possess two fawns.

In a steep-sided valley they were found

Already showing coats of dappled white—

Twice daily do they drain a she-goat's milk

These I could give thee—they were coveted

By Thestylis long since—and thou dost scorn