Georgic

1    I|    neither Tartarus hopes to call thee king,~Nor may so dire
2  III|  parents’ tears~Can backward call him, nor the maid he loves,~
3  III|    summer at the west wind’s call ~Sends either flock to pasture
4  III|     nor thou didst spurn his call.~But who for milk hath longing,
5   IV| heaven, and Phoebus hear his call.~First find your bees a
6   IV|      falls from me, yet thou call’st me son.~Nay, then, arise!