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Some ripened fruits, some fragrant honey, bring;
And some fetch water from the running spring;
While others warble from the boughs, to cheer
Their infant charge, and tune her tender ear. 20
Soon as the sun forsakes the evening skies,
And hid in shades the gloomy forest lies,
The nightingales their tuneful vigils keep,
And lull her, with their gentler strains, to sleep. 24

This the prevailing rumour: as she grew,
No dubious tokens spoke the rumour true.
In every forming feature might be seen
Some bright resemblance of the Cyprian queen: 28
Nor was it hard the hunter youth to trace,
In all her early passion for the chace:
And when, on springing flowers reclin'd, she sung,
The birds upon the bending branches hung, 32
While, warbling, she express'd their various strains,
And, at a distance, charm'd the listening swains:
So sweet her voice resounded through the wood,
They thought the nymph some Siren from the flood. 36

Half human thus by lineage, half divine,
In forests did the lonely beauty shine,

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