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O fountain of Bandusia! more glittering than glass,

And worthy of the pleasant wine and toasts that freely pass;

More worthy of the flowers with which thou modestly art hid,

To-morrow willing hands shall sacrifice to thee a kid.

In vain the glory of the brow where proudly swell above

The growing horns, significant of battle and of love;

For in thy honor he shall die,—the offspring of the herd,—

And with his crimson life-blood thy cold waters shall be stirred.

The Dog-star's cruel season, with its fierce and blazing heat,

Has never sent its scorching rays into thy glad retreat;

The oxen, wearied with the plow, the herd which wanders near,

Have found a grateful respite and delicious coolness here.

When of the graceful ilex on the hollow rocks I sing,

Thou shalt become illustrious, O sweet Bandusian spring!

Among the noble fountains which have been enshrined in fame,

Thy dancing, babbling waters shall in song our homage claim.