Georgic

1    I|      Upon the sun’s own face strange colours stray;~Dark tells
2    I| heaven was heard~By Germany; strange heavings shook the Alps.~
3   II|      made,~Wherein from some strange tree a germ they pen,~And
4   II|     teeming boughs, the tree~Strange leaves admires and fruitage
5  III|   that’s worsted hies him to strange climes~Far off, an exile,
6  III|      huddling herds, by that strange weight benumbed,~Scarce
7   IV|   for thy cruelty.”~To whom, strange terror knocking at her heart,~“
8   IV| grove once more. But sudden, strange to tell~A portent they espy: