English poem
The twins of Latona, so kind to…
by Anonymous
The twins of Latona, so kind to my boon, Arise to partake of the chase, And Sol lends a ray to chaste Dian's fair moon, And a smile to the smiles on her face.
For the sport I delight in, the bright queen of love With myrtles my brow shall adorn; While Pan breaks his chaunter and skulks in the grove, Excell'd by the sound of the horn.
The dogs are uncoupled, and sweet is their cry, Yet sweeter the notes of sweet echo's reply; Sweet echo! hark forward, the game is in view, But love is the game that I wish to pursue.
The stag from his chamber of woodbine peeps out, His sentence he hears in the gale; Yet flies, 'till entangled in sear and in doubt, His courage and constancy fail:
Surrounded by foes he prepares for the fray, Despair taking place of his fear; With antlers erected, awhile stands at bay, Then surrenders his life with a tear.