Eclogue

 1    I|  some tall rock~Uplifts his song, nor cease their cooings
 2    V| they.’”~Menalcas.~So is thy song to me, poet divine,~As slumber
 3    V|     best I may,~Sing thee a song, and to the stars uplift~
 4    V|   How, how repay thee for a song so rare?~For not the whispering
 5   VI|   sheep,~But sing a slender song.” Now, Varus, I -~For lack
 6   VI|    both of a long hoped-for song -~Garlands to fetters turned,
 7 VIII|   nothing save the power of song.~“Draw from the town, my
 8 VIII| comrades of Ulysses, and by song~Is the cold meadow-snake,
 9   IX|     could recall— no paltry song:~“Come, Galatea, what pleasure
10    X|   needs must I~Sing a brief song to Gallus— brief, but yet~