20 The shepherds came. The lazy herdsmen came. snows, Tracks now another's steps." Silvanus came, 40 And now should we be sitting side by side, He carolling, or plucking garlands she. -Here are cold springs, Lycoris, and soft lawns, And woods with thee I'd here decay and die. Now, for grim war accoutred, all for love, In the fray's centre I await the foe: Thou, in a far land-out the very thought!— And the froz'n Rhine-without me-all alone! 50 My choice is made. In woods, mid wild beasts' dens, I'll bear my love, and carve it on the trees: grow. Banded with nymphs I'll roam o'er Mænalus, Already over crag and ringing grove I am borne in fancy: laugh as I let loose 60 The Cretan arrow from the Parthian bow: Pooh! will this heal thy madness? will that god Learn mercy from the agonies of men? 'Tis past: again nymphs, music, fail to please. Again I bid the very woods begone. No deed of mine can change him: tho' I drink Hebrus in mid December: tho' I plunge In snows of Thrace, the dripping winter's snows: 70 Tho', when the parched bark dies on the tall elm, 'Neath Cancer's star I tend the Ethiop's sheep. Love 's lord of all. Let me too yield to Love. -Sung are, oh holy ones, your minstrel's songs: Who sits here framing pipes with slender reed. In Gallus' eyes will ye enhance their worth: Gallus for whom each hour my passion grows, As swell green alders when the spring is young. I rise. The shadows are the singer's bane: Baneful the shadow of the juniper. F'en the flocks like not shadow. Go-the star Of morning breaks-go home, my full-fed sheep. 80 NOTE ON ECLOGUE III. 78, 79. Putting the vocative "Iolla" in line 79, as Mr Kennedy does, into the mouth of Menalcas, not of Phyllis, I would substitute these lines for my original ones: Phillis is my dear love. She wept when I— |