Eclogues

Virgil

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

  1. a little maid I saw you—I your guide—
  2. plucking the dewy apples. My twelfth year
  3. I scarce had entered, and could barely reach
  4. the brittle boughs. I looked, and I was lost;
  5. a sudden frenzy swept my wits away.
  6. Now know I what Love is: 'mid savage rocks
  7. tmaros or Rhodope brought forth the boy,
  8. or Garamantes in earth's utmost bounds—
  9. no kin of ours, nor of our blood begot.