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As the green alder shoots in early Spring. Come, let us rise: the shade is wont to be Baneful to singers; baneful is the shade Cast by the juniper, crops sicken too In shade. Now homeward, having fed your fill- Eve's star is rising-go, my she-goats, go A classic by Virgil

Well expressive. Beautiful poem

This is Virgil, folks. What's going on? I'm not a big classicist, but really, with 106 votes this is rated at 1.1? ? ! ? For the music of the verses alone (all respect to the translator) this deserves, at a minimum, double that. Just the technical side of this is gorgeous. Add on the narrative of Virgil wresting away from the Greeks the whole domain of the home of song and certainly poetic melody and this is a tour de force. Don¨t let the difficult names and obscure references scare you, a limitless reference source is at your fingertips - use it! This is one of the timeless and enduring founts of great poetry. Get inspired.

Love recks not aught of it: his heart no more With tears is sated than with streams the grass, Bees with the cytisus, or goats with leaves.' 'Yet will ye sing, Arcadians, of my woes Upon your mountains Nicely penned. Thanks for sharing it.. 10

Our own eyes beheld! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.