And, by her wiles alluring, ledTo join the gentle company,Until as tame as they was he:(Up to a certain point, be't understood!)How fair, and, ah, how goodShe seem'd to be! I would have drain'd my bloodTo water e'en her flow'rets sweet.
The last hour's kiss, so sadly sweet, effac'd
Now order it truly,That ev'ry one dulyMay roam and may wander,Now here, and now yonder,
My only joy on earth is in thy will,
And when she looks with love on me,
HAPPY art thou, darling insect,Who, upon the trees' tall branches,By a modest draught inspired,Singing, like a monarch livest!Thou possessest as thy portionAll that on the plains thou seest,All that by the hours is brought thee'Mongst the husbandmen thou livest,As a friend, uninjured by them,Thou whom mortals love to honour,Herald sweet of sweet Spring's advent!Yes, thou'rt loved by all the Muses,
To her chief attendant she forthwith cried
Could no magic bandMake her in her flight delay?
From ev'ry bough,And thousand voices