Slow to the wanton sun's desire br The vestal-bosomed buds unfold, br Till poppies flaunt a silken fire, br And buttercups a glassy gold. br br How gently fare the cloudy flocks br To pastures girdled by the sea! br The lizards twitch along the rocks, br And subtle odors lure the bee. br br There broods a peace upon the hills, br Too vast for morning winds to break, br Tho' murmurs throng the broken rills, br And voices of the woodland wake, br br Till half I turn to hear again br The flutes of Arcady at dawn, br And rout of hurrying nymphs that feign br To dread the kisses of the faun.