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And rounded off so sweetly, then, why then,
The running river shall turn home again,
And wolves escape from lambs, and hounds from hares,
And bears shall love the sea, dolphins the hills.
The running river shall turn home again,
And wolves escape from lambs, and hounds from hares,
And bears shall love the sea, dolphins the hills.
DAPHNE.
I know too well this girlish waywardness.
Such as thou art, I was; so did I bear
My fortune and my careless countenance;
And so were my fair locks; and so vermilion
Even was my mouth; and so the white and red
Was mingled in my ripe and delicate cheeks.
'Twas then my highest joy (a foolish joy,
Now I think of it) to go spreading nets,
And setting snares for birds, and sharpening darts,
And tracking to their haunts wild animals;
And if I saw a lover look at me,
I dropt my little wild and rustic eyes,
I know too well this girlish waywardness.
Such as thou art, I was; so did I bear
My fortune and my careless countenance;
And so were my fair locks; and so vermilion
Even was my mouth; and so the white and red
Was mingled in my ripe and delicate cheeks.
'Twas then my highest joy (a foolish joy,
Now I think of it) to go spreading nets,
And setting snares for birds, and sharpening darts,
And tracking to their haunts wild animals;
And if I saw a lover look at me,
I dropt my little wild and rustic eyes,
