Eclogue

1    I| familiar streams~And hallowed springs, will court the cooling
2    1|     wild boar upon my crystal springs!~Whom do you fly, infatuate?
3  VII|       go!”~Corydon.~“Ye mossy springs, and grass more soft than
4    X|   Amyntas sung.~Here are cool springs, soft mead and grove, Lycoris;~