Eclogues

Virgil

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

came, and, as now with open eyes he lay,

with juice of blood-red mulberries smeared him o'er,

both brow and temples. Laughing at their guile,

and crying, “Why tie the fetters? loose me, boys;

enough for you to think you had the power;

now list the songs you wish for—songs for you,

another meed for her”—forthwith began.

Then might you see the wild things of the wood,

with Fauns in sportive frolic beat the time,