"We our pavilions pitch, and, 'mid those groves, Joyfully strain our awnings overhead;
And kitchens there construct, and rustic stoves, And carpets for the intended banquet spread.
Meanwhile through neighbouring vale the monarch roves, And secret wood, scarce pervious to the tread, Seeking red deer, goat, fallow-buck, and doe;
And, following him, two servants bear his bow.