As under their command the throngèd creek Ran lessened up. Here did the shepherd seek Where he his little boat might safely hide, Till it was fraught with what the world beside 36 Could not outvalue; nor give equal weight Though in the time when Greece was at her height. The ruddy horses of the rosy Morn When fairest Cælia with a lovelier crew 45 Cut down an oak that long withouten peer Bore his round head imperiously above. His other mates there, consecrate to Jove. The wished time drew on: and Cælia now, That had the fame for her white arched brow, 50 While all her lovely fellows busied were In picking off the gems from Tellus' hair, |