of the changed limbs of Tereus—what a feast,what gifts, to him by Philomel were given;how swift she sought the desert, with what wingshovered in anguish o'er her ancient home?All that, of old, Eurotas, happy stream,heard, as Apollo mused upon the lyre,and bade his laurels learn, Silenus sang;till from Olympus, loth at his approach,vesper, advancing, bade the shepherds telltheir tale of sheep, and pen them in the fold.