He took, and holding it in hand, went flying; Down to it sheer he dropp'd, and scoured 'away' And now arriving at the isle, he springs. That threw a perfume all about the isle ; And she within sat spinning all the while, And sang a lovely song, that made him hark and smile. A sylvan nook it was, grown round with trees, Poplars, and elms, and odorous cypresses, In which all birds of ample wing, the owl And hawk, had nests, and broad-tongued water fowl. The cave in front was spread with a green vine, THEOCRITUS. THE RURAL JOURNEY. IDYLL VII. ONCE on a time myself and Eucritus Went out of town, taking Amyntas with us, By Phrasidamus and Antigenes, Sons of Lycopeus, and descended too (If that is any thing) from Clitias, Ay, and from Chalcon, who with his stout knee Against the rock dug up the Burian fountain, Where elms and poplars make a shadowy grove |