Georgic

1    I|    clods lie bare till baked to dust~By the ripe suns of summer;
2    I|         husbandmen; in winter’s dust the crops~Exceedingly rejoice,
3    I|        and rakes smooth~The dry dust hillocks, then on the tender
4    I|     chalk,~Lest weeds arise, or dust a passage win~Splitting
5   II|       ground~Must vexed be, the dust be stirred, and heaven~Still
6  III|        too may lift me from the dust,~And float triumphant through
7   IV|     assaults~A little sprinkled dust controls and quells.~And
8   IV| wayfarer~Scapes from a whirl of dust, and scorched with heat~