A cackling goose among melodious swans.

'Twas in my thought to do so, Lycidas;

Even now was I revolving silently

If this I could recall- no paltry song:

"Come, Galatea, what pleasure is 't to play

Amid the waves? Here glows the Spring, here earth

Beside the streams pours forth a thousand flowers;

Here the white poplar bends above the cave,