For do you not, from yonder bogs,
Hear the loud discord of those frogs,
Who drown my music by their din,
With which mine own cannot begin?
Before their mastery I yield,
And must forever quit the field."
"Nay," said the shepherd, "that's the way
To give those croakers their full sway.
To silence you is what they want,
And strive to do it by that rant.
When I am hearing your sweet airs,
I'm not e'en conscious then of theirs."