Eclogues
Virgil
Vergil. The Poems of Vergil. Rhoades, James, translator. London: Oxford University Press, 1921.
- “Gallus, art mad?” he cried, “thy bosom's care
- another love is following.” Therewithal
- Silvanus came, with rural honours crowned;
- the flowering fennels and tall lilies shook
- before him. Yea, and our own eyes beheld
- pan, god of Arcady, with blood-red juice
- of the elder-berry, and with vermilion, dyed.
- “Wilt ever make an end?” quoth he, “behold
- love recks not aught of it: his heart no more
- with tears is sated than with streams the grass,