Huic licet inlita pocula melle Largasque dapes dulci studio Ludens hominum cura ministret, Si tamen arto saliens texto Nemorum gratas viderit umbras, Sparsas pedibus proterit escas, Silvas tantum maesta requirit, Silvas dulci voce susurrat.
Men treat her as a toy and care for her With kindliness putting in honeyed drink And food in plenty: Yet if she sees, hopping in her narrow cage, The beloved shade of trees, She scatters her food beneath her feet And all she wants is her woods, Sings sadly, softly, sweetly of her woods.
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