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Children, how, already weary, though you scarce have rubbed your eyes?

Hearken then! Within these caverns, in these grottoes, in these bowers,

Shield and shelter have been given, as to lover-twain idyllic,

To our lord and to our lady—

CHORUS

How, within there?

PHORKYAS

Yea, secluded

From the world; and me, me only, they to secret service called.

Highly honored stood I near them, yet, as one in trust beseemeth,

Round I gazed on other objects, turning hither, turning thither,

Sought for roots, for barks and mosses, with their properties acquainted;

And they thus remained alone.