Eclogues
Virgil
Vergil. The Poems of Vergil. Rhoades, James, translator. London: Oxford University Press, 1921.
- and one—how call you him, who with his wand
- marked out for all men the whole round of heaven,
- that they who reap, or stoop behind the plough,
- might know their several seasons? Nor as yet
- have I set lip to them, but lay them by.
- For me too wrought the same Alcimedon
- a pair of cups, and round the handles wreathed
- pliant acanthus, Orpheus in the midst,
- the forests following in his wake; nor yet
- have I set lip to them, but lay them by.