Eclogues

Virgil

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

  1. if this I could recall—no paltry song:
  2. “Come, Galatea, what pleasure is 't to play
  3. amid the waves? Here glows the Spring, here earth
  4. beside the streams pours forth a thousand flowers;
  5. here the white poplar bends above the cave,
  6. and the lithe vine weaves shadowy covert: come,