Villanelle
Apollo left the golden Muse And shepherded a mortal's sheep,
Theocritus of Syracuse!
To mock the giant swain that woo's The sea-nymph in the sunny deep,
Apollo left the golden Muse.
Afield he drove his lambs and ewes, Where Milon and where Battus reap,
Theocritus of Syracuse!
To watch thy tunny-fishers cruise Below the dim Sicilian
Apollo left the golden Muse.
Ye twain did loiter in the dews, Ye slept the swain's unfever'd sleep,
Theocritus of Syracuse!
That Time might half with
IS confuse Thy songs,--like his, that laugh and leap, -Theocritus of Syracuse, Apollo left the golden Muse!
Andrew Lang
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