To me, whom in their lays the shepherds call br Actæa, daughter of the neighbouring stream, br This cave belongs. The fig-tree and the vine, br Which o'er the rocky entrance downward shoot, br Were plac'd by Glycon. He with cowslips pale, br Primrose, and purple lychnis, deck'd the green br Before my threshold, and my shelving walls br With honeysuckle cover'd. Here at noon, br Lull'd by the murmur of my rising fount, br I slumber: here my clustering fruits i tend; br Or from the humid flowers, at break of day, br Fresh garlands weave, and chace from all my bounds br Each thing impure or noxious. Enter-in, br O stranger, undismay'd. nor bat, nor toad br Here lurks: and if thy breast of blameless thoughts br Approve thee, not unwelcome shalt thou tread br My quiet mansion: chiefly, if thy name br Wise Pallas and the immortal muses own.