Eclogue

1    I| pillowed: apples ripe have I,~Soft chestnuts, and of curdled
2   IV|     the ram himself,~Now with soft flush of purple, now with
3   VI|       now the hills,~While on soft hyacinths he, his snowy
4  VII|       springs, and grass more soft than sleep,~And arbute green
5 VIII|         Bring water, and with soft wool-fillet bind~These altars
6    X|        Here are cool springs, soft mead and grove, Lycoris;~