BION AND MOSCHUS. THE TEACHER TAUGHT. BION. I DREAMT I saw by me great Venus stand, Take Love, and teach him how to play to me. How Pan found out the pipe, Pallas the flute, TO THE EVENING STAR. Attributed by some to MOSCHUS, and by others to BION. HESPER, dear Hesper, golden lovely light, Hail, loved one; and as she begins to day To go down early, hold me from above Thy light, and let me be supplied by thee:- I love; and lovers should be helped with love. ON THE DEATH OF BION, MOSCHUS. MOAN with me, moan, ye woods and Dorian waters, And weep, ye rivers, the delightful Bion; Ye plants, now stand in tears; murmur, ye groves; Ye flowers, sigh forth your odours with sad buds ; Flush deep, ye roses and anemones; And more than ever now, oh hyacinth, shew Your written sorrows-the sweet singer's dead. Raise, raise the dirge, Muses of Sicily. Ye nightingales, that mourn in the thick leaves, Tell the Sicilian streams of Arethuse, |