Eclogue

1    I|     Tityrus.~Yet here, this night, you might repose with me,~
2 VIII| conquering bays.~Scarce had night’s chilly shade forsook the
3 VIII|     Nor marks the gathering night that calls her home -~As
4   IX|     singing once~On a clear night alone? the notes I still~
5   IX|    town;~Or, if we fear the night may gather rain~Ere we arrive,