. Debita Flacco. Echoes of Ode and Epode . it,Ut gaudet insitiva decerpens pira, Certantem ct uwim purjuirac, 97 THE QUEENS COUNSEL. /~\ H might some freak of time or fate ^-^ In our joint lives interpolate Before we get too old, my dear, An intercalatory year ; Which we might spend at our sweet will, Most probably at Vicars Hill, Without incurring risk or blame, Or sense of idleness, or shame, Or lapse in duty, loss in purse, In short be not one whit the worse ! We would be comrades day by dayOf Nature on her glorious way,iWould watch the vSun complete his trackAll round the blessed Zodiac,An
. Debita Flacco. Echoes of Ode and Epode . it,Ut gaudet insitiva decerpens pira, Certantem ct uwim purjuirac, 97 THE QUEENS COUNSEL. /~\ H might some freak of time or fate ^-^ In our joint lives interpolate Before we get too old, my dear, An intercalatory year ; Which we might spend at our sweet will, Most probably at Vicars Hill, Without incurring risk or blame, Or sense of idleness, or shame, Or lapse in duty, loss in purse, In short be not one whit the worse ! We would be comrades day by dayOf Nature on her glorious way,iWould watch the vSun complete his trackAll round the blessed Zodiac,And hailthe Months as each one speedsTo drape the woods and deck the meads,Like tiring-maids whose turn draws nearTo change the apparel of the Year. How would we with combined intentNote every outdoor incident !You, in your way, each flowerets springing,O 98 Qua munercUir le, Iriapc, cl tc, paler Silvanc, tutor finium !Libet jacerc modo sub antitjua ilicc, Modo in tcnaci altis interim ripis aquae, Qucruntur in silvis aves,. Fontesque lymphis obstrepunl manantibus, Somnos quod invitet cum tonantis annus hibernus Jovis Imbres nivesque comparat,Aut trudit acres hinc ct hinc niulta cane Apros in obstantes plagas, 99 Each-song-birds earliest day of singing, And I, in mine as careful, trace The kitchen-gardens mantling grace ; Bold Rhubarb first, vermilion-polled, Bursting his swaddling-cloths of mould ; And next that httle violet head That peeps up from its fine-strewn bed, As who should say with timid pride,| Behold Asparagus the bride v Of him who feasts your EastertideJ The firstling of your flocks, I am The tender consort of Roast Lamb. So later would I pace the lines Where Marrowfats soft tendril twines. And through his white blooms sundered lip Spy the first pods uptilted tip, And sigh for Sage, and that good bird Whose honest quack Id lately heard ; Then pause to think how strange the tether That binds far distant types together, And gratefully reflec
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