Eclogues
Virgil
Vergil. The Poems of Vergil. Rhoades, James, translator. London: Oxford University Press, 1921.
- white privets fall, dark hyacinths are culled.
- You scorn me, Alexis, who or what I am
- care not to ask—how rich in flocks, or how
- in snow-white milk abounding: yet for me
- roam on Sicilian hills a thousand lambs;
- summer or winter, still my milk-pails brim.
- I sing as erst Amphion of Circe sang,
- what time he went to call his cattle home
- on Attic Aracynthus. Nor am I
- so ill to look on: lately on the beach