Eclogues

Virgil

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

  1. another love is following.” Therewithal
  2. Silvanus came, with rural honours crowned;
  3. the flowering fennels and tall lilies shook
  4. before him. Yea, and our own eyes beheld
  5. pan, god of Arcady, with blood-red juice
  6. of the elder-berry, and with vermilion, dyed.
  7. “Wilt ever make an end?” quoth he, “behold
  8. love recks not aught of it: his heart no more
  9. with tears is sated than with streams the grass,
  10. bees with the cytisus, or goats with leaves.”
  11. “Yet will ye sing, Arcadians, of my woes
  12. upon your mountains,” sadly he replied—
  13. “Arcadians, that alone have skill to sing.
  14. O then how softly would my ashes rest,
  15. if of my love, one day, your flutes should tell!
  16. And would that I, of your own fellowship,
  17. or dresser of the ripening grape had been,