Longus,
Daphnis and Chloe (Thornley translation…
“ Then she told him every thing one after another, how the fresh and berried Ivie appeared on the horns of all the Goats; how her sheep howl'd like Wolves, how a pine sprung up upon her head; how all the Land seem'd on a fire; what horrible fragons and clashings were heard from the Sea, with the two tones of that pipe from the Crag of the Promontore, the one to War, the other to Peace; the terrible Spectres of the night how she was ravisht away; and how she not knowing her way, had for her Companion and Guide, the sweet musick of that strange invisible Pipe. ”
