In singing with the swan: let Tityrus

Be Orpheus, Orpheus in the forest-glade,

Arion 'mid his dolphins on the deep.

"Begin, my flute, with me Maenalian lays.

Yea, be the whole earth to mid-ocean turned!

Farewell, ye woodlands I from the tall peak

Of yon aerial rock will headlong plunge

Into the billows: this my latest gift,