Georgics
Virgil
Vergil. The Poems of Vergil. Rhoades, James, translator. London: Oxford University Press, 1921.
- Us too behoves Arcturus' sign observe,
- And the Kids' seasons and the shining Snake,
- No less than those who o'er the windy main
- Borne homeward tempt the Pontic, and the jaws
- Of oyster-rife Abydos. When the Scales
- Now poising fair the hours of sleep and day
- Give half the world to sunshine, half to shade,
- Then urge your bulls, my masters; sow the plain
- Even to the verge of tameless winter's showers
- With barley: then, too, time it is to hide
- Your flax in earth, and poppy, Ceres' joy,
- Aye, more than time to bend above the plough,
- While earth, yet dry, forbids not, and the clouds
- Are buoyant. With the spring comes bean-sowing;
- Thee, too, Lucerne, the crumbling furrows then
- Receive, and millet's annual care returns,
- What time the white bull with his gilded horns
- Opens the year, before whose threatening front,
- Routed the dog-star sinks. But if it be
- For wheaten harvest and the hardy spelt,
- Thou tax the soil, to corn-ears wholly given,
- Let Atlas' daughters hide them in the dawn,
- The Cretan star, a crown of fire, depart,
- Or e'er the furrow's claim of seed thou quit,
- Or haste thee to entrust the whole year's hope
- To earth that would not. Many have begun
- Ere Maia's star be setting; these, I trow,
- Their looked-for harvest fools with empty ears.
- But if the vetch and common kidney-bean
- Thou'rt fain to sow, nor scorn to make thy care
- Pelusiac lentil, no uncertain sign
- Bootes' fall will send thee; then begin,
- Pursue thy sowing till half the frosts be done.