As thro' this sylvan Scene I stray'd, br I saw and lov'd the Iv'ry Maid: br And hearing that she fled from Man, br I begg'd this Form of mighty Pan; br To try, by ev'ry winning Art, br To gain Possession of her Heart; br When raging Tempests cloud the Sky, br Transported at her Feet to lie; br When Phoebus brightens up the Weather, br To trip it o'er the Lawns together.