That have found it where you fed.
What were all the worlds alarms
To mighty1 Paris when he found
Sleep upon a golden bed
That first dawn in Helens arms？
Sleep， beloved， such a sleep
As did that wild Tristram know
When， the potions work being done，
Roe2 could run or doe could leap
Under oak and beechen bough3，
Roe could leap or doe could run；
Such a sleep and sound as fell
Upon Eurotas grassy4 bank
When the holy bird， that there
Accomplished5 his predestined will，
From the limbs of Leda sank
But not from her protecting care.
