Note 152 — Chapter XX · THE IDYLLISTS.
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How of old The goatherd by his cruel lord was bound, And left to die in a great chest; and how The busy bees, up coming from the meadows, To the sweet cedar, fed him with soft flowers, Because the Muse had filled his mouth with nectar. Yes, all these sweets were thine, blessed Comatas; And thou wast put into the chest, and fed By the blithe bees, and passed a pleasant time.
Leigh Hunt's Jar of Honey from Mount Hybla.