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(Bion IV, 14.)
Lo, the fowler's little lad, / Through the woodland straying, / Sight of winged Love hath had / In the branches playing.
"Ah," he cries, "a bonnie prey! " / Sets his bow to wing him. / Cupid blows the dart away / That to earth would bring him.
Now the boy in angry woe / Casts away his quiver / To his master straight doth go / And the tale deliver.
Saith the sage, "Nay, not for thee / Such a bird to harry. / From the haunted forest flee / Where such creatures tarry.
"Though it now escape thy dart / Let not tears be flowing, / It will light upon thy heart / Ere thy beard be growing. "