Georgics
Virgil
Vergil. The Poems of Vergil. Rhoades, James, translator. London: Oxford University Press, 1921.
- Now while yet
- The leaves are in their first fresh infant growth,
- Forbear their frailty, and while yet the bough
- Shoots joyfully toward heaven, with loosened rein
- Launched on the void, assail it not as yet
- With keen-edged sickle, but let the leaves alone
- Be culled with clip of fingers here and there.
- But when they clasp the elms with sturdy trunks
- Erect, then strip the leaves off, prune the boughs;
- Sooner they shrink from steel, but then put forth
- The arm of power, and stem the branchy tide.