Eclogue

1    1| White privets fall, dark hyacinths are culled.~You scorn me,
2  III|  Bays and sweet-blushing hyacinths, I keep.”~Damoetas.~“Gay
3   VI| the hills,~While on soft hyacinths he, his snowy side~Reposing,
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