IDYL II. PHARMACEUTRIA. WHERE are the laurels ? where the philtres? roll The man I love, but faithless and unkind. And knows not whether I be quick or dead; Cold, silent goddess! at this witching hour To thee I'll chant, and to th' Infernal Power, Or Perimeda of the golden hair. yet more; Him hither, hither draw, my magic wheel! First in the fire is burnt the barley meal; Quick! Thestylis, quick! sprinkle more Wretch whither do thine idle fancies soar? Am I thy scorn and mock? sprinkle and say "The bones of Delphis thus I shred away." Him hither, hither draw, my magic wheel! As crackles loud the kindled laurel bough Him hither, hither draw, my magic wheel! As by the help divine, which I appeal, I melt this wax, may Myndian Delphis melt! As whirls this wheel, may he, love's impulse felt, Him hither, hither draw, my magic wheel! Hark! the dogs howl; the goddess now doth pass Him hither, hither draw, my magic wheel! The sea is silent; not a breath doth steal Him hither, hither draw, my magic wheel! My lips, August One! thrice these words I speak ; May he forget her so much as they say Him hither, hither draw, my magic wheel! A little herb in Arcady there grows, Which colts and mares doth strangely discompose, (Hence called Hippomanes); for this they skurry O'er mountain-ranges with a frantic hurry: Thus from the wrestling-school, all bright with oil, May Delphis madly rush-with thoughts that boil; May he for me this maddening passion feel! Him hither, hither draw, my magic wheel! Ah, love! ah, cruel love! why dost outsuck Him hither, hither draw, my magic wheel! A draught whose ill none antidote can heal From a bruised lizard I'll to-morrow make: Now, Thestylis, this poisonous brewage take, |