Eclogue

 1    I| again shall I,~Stretched in green cave, behold you from afar~
 2    I|    might repose with me,~On green leaves pillowed: apples
 3    1|   the cooling shade~And the green lizard hides him in the
 4    1|     down the stags, or with green osier-wand~Round up the
 5  III|     tree;~Now is the forest green, and now the year~At fairest.
 6    V|     what late I carved~On a green beech-tree’s rind, playing
 7   VI|   Following the herd, or by green pasture lured,~Some kine
 8  VII| soft than sleep,~And arbute green with thin shade sheltering
 9  VII|     should my Phyllis come,~Green will be all the grove, and
10 VIII|    sinks wearied out~On the green sedge beside a stream, love-lorn,~
11    X|  grows hour by hour,~As the green alder shoots in early Spring.~