Elegiac Ii.

Trunks the forest yielded with gums ambrosial oozing, Boughs with apples laden beautiful, Hesperian, Golden, odoriferous, perfume exhaling about them, Orbs in a dark umbrage luminous and radiant; To the palate grateful, more luscious were not in Eden, Or in that fabled garden of Alcinoüs; Out of a dark umbrage sounds also musical issued, Birds their sweet transports uttering in melody Thrushes clear piping, wood-pigeons cooing, arousing Loudly the nightingale, loudly the sylvan echoes; Waters transpicuous flowed under, flowed to the list’ning Ear with a soft murmur, softly soporiferous; Nor, with ebon locks too, there wanted, circling, attentive Unto the sweet fluting, girls, of a swarthy shepherd; Over a sunny level their flocks are lazily feeding, They of Amor musing rest in a leafy cavern.