Georgic

 1    I|    Fauns~To rustics ever kind, come foot it, Fauns~And Dryad-maids
 2    I|     boundless ocean’s God thou come,~Sole dread of seamen, till
 3    I|        follow, and there shall come~A mighty winnowing-time
 4    I|      and with shouts bid Ceres come~To be their house-mate;
 5    I| sea-gulls from the middle main~Come winging, and their shrieks
 6    I|   blood.~Ay, and the time will come when there anigh,~Heaving
 7   II|      Father of the wine-press, come,~And stripped of buskin
 8   II|        on the plum-tree blush.~Come then, and learn what tilth
 9   II|      the ships, how many waves~Come rolling shoreward from the
10   II|     fruit.~But ravening tigers come not nigh, nor breed~Of savage
11   II|    bursts the barns.~Winter is come: in olive-mills they bruise~
12  III|    task, and, to the encounter come,~As fire in stubble blusters
13  III|        forest-tops;~Long waves come racing shoreward: fast he
14   IV|       others to sing after me.~Come, then, I will unfold the
15   IV|        legs packed with thyme, come labouring home~Belated,
16   IV|       fainting fortunes hither come~An oracle to ask thee.”