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 They grow in plenty—by their magic power

Oft have I seen Mœris become a wolf

Hiding in woods, and from deep graves call forth

The shrinking ghosts, then charm the growing crops

From the sown fields, to other grounds transferred.

Bring Daphnis, O my songs, bring Daphnis home!

Bring ashes, Amaryllis, out of doors,

Throw o'er thy head into the running brook.

Look not behind thee! I will now attach

Daphnis with these—he scorns both gods and charms!

Bring Daphnis, O my songs, bring Daphnis home.

Look how the ashes of themselves have clothed

With flickering flames the altars whilst I wait!

A lucky omen—tho' I know not what—

And in the doorway, hear how Hylas barks.

May we believe, or do all lovers dream?

Now cease, my songs, for from the town at last.

My Daphnis comes!