Odes 1.17 (Gladstone): Velox Amoenum

Lycaeus for Lucretilis
Oft nimble Faunus changing gives;
My flock of goats, 'tis due to this,
From heat and rainfall guarded lives.

The shegoat flies her reeking mate
For arbutus, far off from sight,
Or devious thyme: nor fears her fate
From wolves of Mars, nor adder's bite.

What time thy pipe hath told its tale
To the smooth cliffs that beetle round,
And all Ustica's upland vale,
O Tyndaris, gives back the sound.

The gods are with me; they approve
My muse, my prayers; come, see these fields,
And learn what blessings, through their love,
The brimming horn of plenty yields.

Come hither, tune the Teïan string,
In folded vale the dog-star shun,
Penelope and Circe sing
Both sick at heart, and sick for one.

Quaff too my harmless Lesbian wine
Beneath the shade; no Bacchus here
Shall fight with Mars, no evil sign
From saucy Cyrus need'st thou fear;

Suspecting, he rude hands and strong
Might lay on thy frail form, and tear
Thy garment innocent of wrong,
Or coronal that binds thy hair.