Odes 3.13 (Gladstone): O Fons Bandusiae

O fountain meet for flowers and wine,
Bandusia, more than mirror bright,
A kid to-morrow shall be thine
Whose forehead augurs love's delight,

And battle's, by the bursting horn;
But vainly: ere the sun be high,
His blood, although so wanton-born,
Thy cooling streams with red shall dye.

Thee never doth the Dog-star strike
At fiercest: to plough-wearied ox
Thy cool, refreshing touch alike
Thou lendest, and to ranging flocks.

Thee too with fame my Muse shall bless,
Still singing how the ilex bends
O'er the deep-hollowed cave's recess,
From whence thy babbling stream descends.