Nymphs and Shepherds, dance no more 



By sandy Ladon's hhed banks ; 

 On old Lycjeus, or Cyllene hoar, 



Trip no more in twiUght ranks ; 

 Though Erymanth your loss deplore, 



A better soil shall give ye thanks. 

 From the stony Maenalus 

 Bring your flocks, and live with us ; 

 Here ye shall have greater grace, 

 To serve the Lady of this place. 

 Though Syrinx your Pan's mistress were. 

 Yet Syrinx well might wait on her. 



Such a rural Queen 



All Arcadia hath not seen. 



MILTON 



Y 



TO MEADOWS 



E have been fresh and green. 



Ye have been fill'd with flowers ; 



And ye the walks have been 



Where maids have spent their hours. 



You have beheld how they 

 With wicker arks did come 



To kiss and bear away 

 The richer cowslips home. 



Ye 've heard them sweetly sing. 

 And seen them in a round ; 



Each virgin, hke a spring. 

 With honeysuckles crowned. 



