Vergilius Maro, Publius; Maillol, Aristide: The eclogues of Vergil: in the original Latin with an English prose translation (London, 1927)

Nothing is wanting here but mystic spells* Bring back
from town, power of my spells, bring my Daphnis
home again*
Spells can lead the moon down from the sky* Circe
by spells transformed the mates of Ulysses* The cold-
blooded snake in the meadow is rent by magic song*
Bring back from town, power of my spells, bring my
Daphnis home again*
Triple threads about you first I bind, of variegated
strands of threefold hue; then I bear your image round
this altar thrice* Odd numbers are lucky in the eyes of
the gods* Bring back from town, power of my spells,
bring my Daphnis home again*
Tie three knots, Amaryllis, of three different colours;
just tie them, Amaryllis, and say, I tie the bond of
Venus* Bring back from town, power of my spells,
bring my Daphnis home again*
As this piece of clay is baked to hardness, as this
wax melts, in one and the same flaming fire, so may
Daphnis by my ardent love* Sprinkle flour on the
flame, and set fire to the laurel crackling with pitchy
flare* That heartless Daphnis makes me ache and
smart, in Daphnis1 stead I scorch this laurel bough*
Bring back from town, power of my spells, bring my
Daphnis home to me*
Let Daphnis fall in love passionate as the heifer that
weary with wandering along the long glades and
under the high groves, seeking the mating bull, flings
herself down in the green bed of reeds by cooling
stream; lost and beside herself, she has no thought to
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