Eclogues
Virgil
Vergil. The Poems of Vergil. Rhoades, James, translator. London: Oxford University Press, 1921.
- 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,
- bees with the cytisus, or goats with leaves.”
- “Yet will ye sing, Arcadians, of my woes
- upon your mountains,” sadly he replied—
- “Arcadians, that alone have skill to sing.
- O then how softly would my ashes rest,