I have no store
Of gryphon-guarded gold;
Now, as before,
Bare is the shepherd's fold.
Rubies nor pearls Have I to gem thy throat; Yet woodland girls Have loved the shepherd's note.
Then pluck a reed And bid me sing to thee, For I would feed Thine ears with melody, Who art more fair Than fairest fleur-de-lys, More sweet and rare Than sweetest ambergris.
What dost thou fear? Young Hyacinth is slain, Pan is not here, And will not come again.
No horned Faun Treads down the yellow leas, No God at dawn Steals through the olive trees.
Hylas is dead, Nor will he e'er divine Those little red Rose-petalled lips of thine.
On the high hill No ivory dryads play, Silver and still Sinks the sad autumn day.

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