Georgic

1    I|  dry, forbids not, and the clouds~Are buoyant. With the spring
2    I|  mustering from above,~The clouds roll up the tempest, heaped
3    I| himself in midnight of the clouds~Wields with red hand the
4    I|   the straw-wisps. But the clouds~Seek more the vales, and
5    I|  at day-break through dark clouds his rays~Burst and are scattered,
6  III| scatters from his path~Dry clouds and storms of Scythia; the
7  III|    the air, and scattering clouds of sand~Makes prelude of
8   IV|   ribs overboil~In endless clouds they spread them, till at