H O R A T I V S

HORATIVS

 

Vow'd to thee, whom the chorus of Wood-Nymph and Satyr

Lur'd of old from the crowd, be this shade and still water

And the grot, which admits of the rose

But is safe, thank the gods, from a Pyrrha.

 

Vow'd to thee be the respite, Today may. vouchsafe us

From cares kindly yet out of sight in the morrow.

While the wind and the wave are at peace,

And the ash is as calm as the cypress.

 

Rightly call'd, leave thy haunts in the old Sabine Valley.

Hither as to Lucretilis, charm lively Faumus.

Let us dream that we hear by thy side

His reed echoed back from Ustiea.

 

Done