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III. To DAPHNIS sleeping.

While, Daphnis, on the leaf-strown Ground, you steep
Your weary Body in the Dews of Sleep;
And on the green Hill-top your Snares are laid—
With Pan, who hunts where erst your Footsteps stray'd,
The rude Priapus hastens to your Cave—
See on his Brows the saffron Ivy wave!
But fly them, tho' the sultry Noon-day glows,
Fly the wild Revellers, and forego Repose!