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Farewel, ye secret Woods, and shady Groves,
Haunts of my Youth, and conscious of my Loves!
From yon high Cliff I plunge into the Main;$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$
Take the last Present of thy dying Swain:85
And cease, my silent Flute, the sweet Mænalian Strain.

Now take your Turns, ye Muses, to rehearse
His Friend's Complaints; and mighty Magick Verse.
Bring running Water; bind those Altars round
With Fillets; and with Vervain strow the Ground:
Make fat with Frankincense the sacred Fires;91
To re-inflame my Daphnis with Desires.
'Tis done, we want but Verse. Restore, my Charms,
My lingring Daphnis to my longing Arms.

Pale Phœbe, drawn by Verse from Heav'n descends:
And Circe chang'd with Charms Ulysses Friends.96
Verse breaks the Ground, and penetrates the Brake;
And in the winding Cavern splits the Snake.
Verse fires the frozen Veins: Restore, my Charms,
My lingring Daphnis to my longing Arms.100

Around his waxen Image, first I wind
Three woollen Fillets, of three Colours join'd:
Thrice bind about his thrice devoted head,
Which round the sacred Altar thrice is led.
Unequal Numbers please the Gods: my Charms,105
Restore my Daphnis to my longing Arms.