Chapter 71

THYRSIS This maid, thus made for joys, O Pan! bemoan her, That without love she spends her years of love: So fair a field would well become an owner. And if enchantment can a hard heart move, Teach me what circle may acquaint her sprite, Affection’s charms in my behalf to prove. The circle is my, round about her, sight, The power I will invoke dwells in her eyes: My charm should be, she haunt me day and night. DORUS Far other case, O Muse, my sorrow tries, Bent to such one in whom myself m…