Were still a partner of the company: They stroke her neck; the gentle heifer stands, And her neck offers to their stroking hands. Her father gave her grass; the grass she took, } And licked his palms, and cast a piteous look, } And in the language of her eyes she spoke. } She would have told her name, and asked relief, But, wanting words, in tears she tells her grief; Which with her foot she makes him understand, And prints the name of Io in the sand. Ah wretched me! her mournful father cried; She, with a sigh, to "wretched me!" replied. About her milk-white neck his arms he threw, And wept, and then these tender words ensue. And art thou she, whom I have sought around The world, and have at length so sadly found? So found, is worse than lost: with mutual words Thou answerest not, no voice thy tongue affords; But sighs are deeply drawn from out thy breast, And speech, denied, by lowing is expressed. Unknowing, I prepared thy bridal bed; With empty hopes of happy issue fed. But now the husband of a herd must be Thy mate, and bellowing sons thy progeny. Oh, were I mortal, death might bring relief! But now my godhead but extends my grief; Prolongs my woes, of which no end I see, And makes me curse my immortality.-- More had he said, but fearful of her stay, The starry guardian drove his charge away, To some fresh pasture; on a hilly height He sat himself, and kept her still in sight. THE EYES OF ARGUS TRANSFORMED INTO A PEACOCK'S TRAIN.