Eclogues

Virgil

Vergil. The Poems of Vergil. Rhoades, James, translator. London: Oxford University Press, 1921.

  1. for him, outstretched beneath a lonely rock,
  2. wept pine-clad Maenalus, and the flinty crags
  3. of cold Lycaeus. The sheep too stood around—
  4. of us they feel no shame, poet divine;
  5. nor of the flock be thou ashamed: even fair
  6. Adonis by the rivers fed his sheep—
  7. came shepherd too, and swine-herd footing slow,
  8. and, from the winter-acorns dripping-wet
  9. Menalcas. All with one accord exclaim:
  10. “From whence this love of thine?” Apollo came;
  11. “Gallus, art mad?” he cried, “thy bosom's care
  12. another love is following.” Therewithal
  13. Silvanus came, with rural honours crowned;
  14. the flowering fennels and tall lilies shook
  15. before him. Yea, and our own eyes beheld
  16. pan, god of Arcady, with blood-red juice
  17. of the elder-berry, and with vermilion, dyed.
  18. “Wilt ever make an end?” quoth he, “behold
  19. love recks not aught of it: his heart no more
  20. with tears is sated than with streams the grass,