Eclogue

 1    1|    her mess of savoury herbs,~Wild thyme and garlic. I, with
 2    1|   Siroces to my bane,~And the wild boar upon my crystal springs!~
 3   IV|      to golden grow,~From the wild briar shall hang the blushing
 4    V|      how the cave~Is with the wild vine’s clusters over-laced!~
 5    V|   grass-blade touch.~Nay, the wild rocks and woods then voiced
 6    V|       oft we sowed,~There but wild oats and barren darnel spring;~
 7    V| fields we hallow. Long as the wild boar~Shall love the mountain-heights,
 8   VI|        Then might you see the wild things of the wood,~With
 9    X|       the woods, rather, with wild beasts to couch,~And bear
10    X|    Maenalus,~Or hunt the keen wild boar. No frost so cold~But