[Inscription]
I.
For
a
GROTTO
.
TO
me
,
whom
in
their
lays
the
shepherds
call
Actaea
,
daughter
of
the
neighbouring
stream
,
This
cave
belongs
.
The
fig-tree
and
the
vine
,
Which
o'er
the
rocky
entrance
downward
shoot
,
Were
plac'd
by
Glycon
.
He
with
cowslips
pale
,
Primrose
,
and
purple
Lychnis
,
deck'd
the
green
Before
my
threshold
,
and
my
shelving
walls
With
honeysuckle
cover'd
.
Here
at
noon
,
Lull'd
by
the
murmur
of
my
rising
fount
,
I
slumber
:
here
my
clustering
fruits
I
tend
;
Or
from
the
humid
flowers
,
at
break
of
day
,
Fresh
garlands
weave
,
and
chace
from
all
my
bounds
Each
thing
impure
or
noxious
.
Enter-in
,
O
stranger
,
undismay'd
.
nor
bat
nor
toad
Here
lurks
:
and
if
thy
breast
of
blameless
thoughts
Approve
thee
,
not
unwelcome
shalt
thou
tread
My
quiet
mansion
:
chiefly
,
if
thy
name
Wise
Pallas
and
the
immortal
Muses
own
.