Eclogues

Virgil

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

  1. 'Twas in my thought to do so, Lycidas;
  2. even now was I revolving silently
  3. if this I could recall—no paltry song:
  4. “Come, Galatea, what pleasure is 't to play
  5. amid the waves? Here glows the Spring, here earth
  6. beside the streams pours forth a thousand flowers;
  7. here the white poplar bends above the cave,
  8. and the lithe vine weaves shadowy covert: come,
  9. leave the mad waves to beat upon the shore.”