Georgic

 1    I| luxuriance, here,~Lest the scant moisture fail the barren sand.~Then
 2    I|          For nights the suppling moisture never fails.~And one will
 3    I|   conveys;~Or the huge bow sucks moisture; or a host~Of rooks from
 4    I|      when~The storm and shifting moisture of the air~Have changed
 5   II|       But a soil that’s rich,~In moisture sweet exulting, and the
 6   II|   flitting smoke exhales,~Drinks moisture up and casts it forth at
 7   II|        trampled to the full;~The moisture, mark you, will ooze all
 8   II|         the fingers. A land with moisture rife~Breeds lustier herbage,
 9   II|        the warm west winds;~Soft moisture spreads o’er all things,
10   II|    hooked fang laid bare,~Yields moisture for the plants, and heavy