e to see.
"Now from the herd a husband must thou seek,
"Now with the herd thy sons must wander forth.
"Nor death my woes can finish: curst the gift
"Of immortality. Eternal grief
"Must still corrode me; Lethe's gate is clos'd."
Thus griev'd the god, when starry Argus tore
His charge away, and to a distant mead
Drove her to pasture;--he a lofty hill's
Commanding prospect chose, and seated there
View'd all around alike on every side.

But now heaven's ruler could no more contain,
To see the sorrows Ioe felt:--he calls
His son, of brightest Pleiaed mother born,
And bids him quickly compass Argus' death.
Instant around his heels his wings he binds;
His rod somniferous grasps; nor leaves his cap.
Accoutred thus, from native heights he springs,
And lights on earth; removes his cap; his wings
Unlooses; and his wand alone retains:
Through devious paths with this, a shepherd now,
A flock he drives of goats, and tunes his pipe
Of reeds constructed. Argus hears the sound,
Junonian guard, and captivated cries,--
"Come, stranger, sit with me upon this mount:
"Nor for thy flock more fertile pasture grows,
"Than round this spot;--and here the shade thou seest
"To shepherds' ease inviting."--Hermes sate,
And with his converse stay'd declining day.
Long he discours'd, and anxious strove to lull
With music sweet, the all-observant eyes;
But long he strove in vain: soft slumber's bonds
Argus opposes;--of his numerous lights,
Part sleep, but others jealous watch his charge.
And now he questions whence the pipe was form'd,
The pipe but new-discover'd to the world.

Then thus the god:--"A lovely Naiaed nymph,
"With bleak Arcadia's Hamadryads nurs'd,
"And on Nonacrine for beauty fam'd
"Was Syrinx. Oft the satyrs wild she fled;
"Nor these alone, but every god that roves
"In shady forests, or in fertile fields.
"Dian' she follows, and her virgin life.
"Like Dian' cinctur'd, she might Dian' seem,
"Save that a golden bow the goddess bears;
"The nymph a bow of horn: yet still to most
"Mistake was easy. From Lycaeum's height,
"His head encompass'd with the pointed pine,
"Returning, her the lustful Pan espy'd,
"And cry'd:--Fair virgin grant a god's request,--
"A god who burns to wed thee. Here he stays.
"Through pathless forests flies the nymph, and scorns
"His warm intreaties, till the gravelly stream
"Of Ladon, smoothly w