Eclogue

1    I| and for whom~You left the apples hanging on the trees;~’Twas
2    I| On green leaves pillowed: apples ripe have I,~Soft chestnuts,
3  III|     Menalcas.~“Ten golden apples have I sent my boy,~All
4   VI| so wonder-struck~With the apples of the Hesperids, and then~
5 VIII| guide -~Plucking the dewy apples. My twelfth year~I scarce
6 VIII|    Tough oaks bear golden apples, alder-trees~Bloom with