“A promontory, sharpening by degrees, Ends in a wedge, and overlooks the seas, On either side below, the water flows; This airy walk the giant lover chose. Here on the midst he sat, his flocks unled, Their shepherd follow’d, and securely fed; A pine, so burly, and of length so vast, That sailing ships required it for a mast, He wielded for a staff, his steps to guide, But laid it by, his whistle while he tried; A hundred reeds, of a prodigious growth, Scarce made a pipe proportion’d to his mouth, Which, when he gave it wind, the rocks around, And watery plains, the dreadful hiss resound. I heard the ruffian shepherd rudely blow, Where in a hollow cave I sat below; On Acis’ bosom I my head reclined, And still preserve the poem in my mind.