You sleep there upon the leaf-thrown earth,
good Daphnis, and rest your weary frame,
while your netting-stakes are left planted
on the hillside.
But Pan is after you, and Priapus also,
with the yellow ivy about his jolly head;
they are going side by side into your cave.
Quick then, put off the lethargy that is shed of sleep,
and up with you and away.