THE GARDEN OF EROS. 
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Have fled, The first flush animates the hills, 
Reddens the rushes, flashes on the rills. 
Come while the breeze blows and the air is cool 
Down through the forest to the Fairies’ pool. 
 
All rise and follow the sage, singing : 
 
THE COMPANY 
 
Praise Eros wittily ! 
Praise Eros well ! 
Tripping it prettily 
Down through the dell ! 
Joyous and eager 
Our tresses adorning, 
Away to beleaguer 
The city of morning ! 
 
Away to the leap to 
The soft-smiling pool 
Whose kisses shall creep to 
Us virginal cool ! 
Race and bescatter 
The dew in the grass ; 
The nymph and her satyr ! 
The lad and his lass !