Georgic

 1    I|        Prune with thy hook the dark field’s matted shade,~Pray
 2    I|   other, ‘neath their feet,~By dark Styx frowned on, and the
 3    I|       Then sleep is sweet, and dark the shadows fall~Upon the
 4    I| recalls her rallying fires,~If dark the air clipped by her crescent
 5    I|      when at day-break through dark clouds his rays~Burst and
 6    I|    face strange colours stray;~Dark tells of rain, of east winds
 7   II|      the burrowing share shows dark and rich,~With crumbling
 8   II|        noxious yews, and ivies dark~At times reveal its traces.~
 9  III|        him, lest~He sully with dark spots his offspring’s fleece,~
10   IV|        Oebalia’s towers,~Where dark Galaesus laves the yellowing
11   IV| unpitying fates recall me, and dark sleep~Closes my swimming