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Sing, Muse, the son of Maia and of Jove, / The Herald-child, king of Arcadia / And all its pastoral hills, whom in sweet love / Having been interwoven, modest May / Bore Heaven's dread Supreme. An antique grove / Shadowed the cavern where the lovers lay / In the deep night, unseen by Gods or Men, / And white-armed Juno slumbered sweetly then.
Now, when the joy of Jove had its fulfilling, / And Heaven's tenth moon chronicled her relief, / She gave to light a babe all babes excelling, / A schemer subtle beyond all belief; / A shepherd of thin dreams, a cow-stealing, / A night-watching, and door-waylaying thief, / Who ‘mongst the Gods was soon about to thieve, / And other glorious actions to achieve.