Eclogues

Virgil

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

  1. Why, Mopsus, being both together met,
  2. you skilled to breathe upon the slender reeds,
  3. I to sing ditties, do we not sit down
  4. here where the elm-trees and the hazels blend?
MOPSUS
  1. You are the elder, 'tis for me to bide
  2. your choice, Menalcas, whether now we seek
  3. yon shade that quivers to the changeful breeze,
  4. or the cave's shelter. Look you how the cave
  5. is with the wild vine's clusters over-laced!