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Thus far the tilth of fields and stars of heaven	A
Now will I sing thee Bacchus and with thee	B
The forest's young plantations and the fruit	C
Of slow maturing olive Hither haste	D
O Father of the wine press all things here	E
Teem with the bounties of thy hand for thee	B
With viny autumn laden blooms the field	F
And foams the vintage high with brimming vats	G
Hither O Father of the wine press come	H
And stripped of buskin stain thy bared limbs	I
In the new must with me	B
First nature's law	J
For generating trees is manifold	K
For some of their own force spontaneous spring	L
No hand of man compelling and possess	M
The plains and river windings far and wide	N
As pliant osier and the bending broom	O
Poplar and willows in wan companies	P
With green leaf glimmering gray and some there be	B
From chance dropped seed that rear them as the tall	Q
Chestnuts and mightiest of the branching wood	R
Jove's Aesculus and oaks oracular	E
Deemed by the Greeks of old With some sprouts forth	S
A forest of dense suckers from the root	C
As elms and cherries so too a pigmy plant	T
Beneath its mother's mighty shade upshoots	P
The bay tree of Parnassus Such the modes	P
Nature imparted first hence all the race	P
Of forest trees and shrubs and sacred groves	P
Springs into verdure	E
Other means there are	E
Which use by method for itself acquired	U
One sliving suckers from the tender frame	V
Of the tree mother plants them in the trench	W
One buries the bare stumps within his field	F
Truncheons cleft four wise or sharp pointed stakes	P
Some forest trees the layer's bent arch await	X
And slips yet quick within the parent soil	Y
No root need others nor doth the pruner's hand	Z
Shrink to restore the topmost shoot to earth	A2
That gave it being Nay marvellous to tell	B2
Lopped of its limbs the olive a mere stock	C2
Still thrusts its root out from the sapless wood	R
And oft the branches of one kind we see	P
Change to another's with no loss to rue	E
Pear tree transformed the ingrafted apple yield	F
And stony cornels on the plum tree blush	D2
Come then and learn what tilth to each belongs	P
According to their kinds ye husbandmen	A
And tame with culture the wild fruits lest earth	A2
Lie idle O blithe to make all Ismarus	P
One forest of the wine god and to clothe	E2
With olives huge Tabernus And be thou	F2
At hand and with me ply the voyage of toil	Y
I am bound on O my glory O thou that art	G2
Justly the chiefest portion of my fame	V
Maecenas and on this wide ocean launched	H2
Spread sail like wings to waft thee Not that I	I2
With my poor verse would comprehend the whole	J2
Nay though a hundred tongues a hundred mouths	P
Were mine a voice of iron be thou at hand	Z
Skirt but the nearer coast line see the shore	E
Is in our grasp not now with feigned song	K2
Through winding bouts and tedious preludings	P
Shall I detain thee	P
Those that lift their head	L2
Into the realms of light spontaneously	P
Fruitless indeed but blithe and strenuous spring	L
Since Nature lurks within the soil And yet	M2
Even these should one engraft them or transplant	T
To well drilled trenches will anon put of	N2
Their woodland temper and by frequent tilth	O2
To whatso craft thou summon them make speed	P2
To follow So likewise will the barren shaft	Q2
That from the stock root issueth if it be	P
Set out with clear space amid open fields	P
Now the tree mother's towering leaves and boughs	P
Darken despoil of increase as it grows	P
And blast it in the bearing Lastly that	R2
Which from shed seed ariseth upward wins	P
But slowly yielding promise of its shade	S2
To late born generations apples wane	A
Forgetful of their former juice the grape	T2
Bears sorry clusters for the birds a prey	E
Soothly on all must toil be spent and all	Q
Trained to the trench and at great cost subdued	U2
But reared from truncheons olives answer best	V2
As vines from layers and from the solid wood	R
The Paphian myrtles while from suckers spring	L
Both hardy hazels and huge ash the tree	P
That rims with shade the brows of Hercules	P
And acorns dear to the Chaonian sire	E
So springs the towering palm too and the fir	E
Destined to spy the dangers of the deep	W2
But the rough arbutus with walnut fruit	C
Is grafted so have barren planes ere now	F2
Stout apples borne with chestnut flower the beech	X2
The mountain ash with pear bloom whitened o'er	E
And swine crunched acorns 'neath the boughs of elms	P
Nor is the method of inserting eyes	P
And grafting one for where the buds push forth	S
Amidst the bark and burst the membranes thin	A
Even on the knot a narrow rift is made	S2
Wherein from some strange tree a germ they pen	A
And to the moist rind bid it cleave and grow	E
Or otherwise in knotless trunks is hewn	A
A breach and deep into the solid grain	A
A path with wedges cloven then fruitful slips	P
Are set herein and no long time behold	K
To heaven upshot with teeming boughs the tree	P
Strange leaves admires and fruitage not its own	A
Nor of one kind alone are sturdy elms	P
Willow and lotus nor the cypress trees	P
Of Ida nor of self same fashion spring	L
Fat olives orchades and radii	K
And bitter berried pausians no nor yet	K
Apples and the forests of Alcinous	P
Nor from like cuttings are Crustumian pears	P
And Syrian and the heavy hand fillers	P
Not the same vintage from our trees hangs down	A
Which Lesbos from Methymna's tendril plucks	P
Vines Thasian are there Mareotids white	K
These apt for richer soils for lighter those	P
Psithian for raisin wine more useful thin	A
Lageos that one day will try the feet	K
And tie the tongue purples and early ripes	P
And how O Rhaetian shall I hymn thy praise	P
Yet cope not therefore with Falernian bins	P
Vines Aminaean too best bodied wine	A
To which the Tmolian bows him ay and king	L
Phanaeus too and lesser of that name	V
Argitis wherewith not a grape can vie	I2
For gush of wine juice or for length of years	P
Nor thee must I pass over vine of Rhodes	P
Welcomed by gods and at the second board	K
Nor thee Bumastus with plump clusters swollen	A
But lo how many kinds and what their names	P
There is no telling nor doth it boot to tell	B2
Who lists to know it he too would list to learn	A
How many sand grains are by Zephyr tossed	K
On Libya's plain or wot when Eurus falls	P
With fury on the ships how many waves	P
Come rolling shoreward from the Ionian sea	P
Not that all soils can all things bear alike	Y2
Willows by water courses have their birth	A2
Alders in miry fens on rocky heights	P
The barren mountain ashes on the shore	E
Myrtles throng gayest Bacchus lastly loves	P
The bare hillside and yews the north wind's chill	Z2
Mark too the earth by outland tillers tamed	K
And Eastern homes of Arabs and tattooed	K
Geloni to all trees their native lands	P
Allotted are no clime but India bears	P
Black ebony the branch of frankincense	P
Is Saba's sons' alone why tell to thee	P
Of balsams oozing from the perfumed wood	K
Or berries of acanthus ever green	A
Of Aethiop forests hoar with downy wool	A3
Or how the Seres comb from off the leaves	P
Their silky fleece Of groves which India bears	P
Ocean's near neighbour earth's remotest nook	B3
Where not an arrow shot can cleave the air	E
Above their tree tops yet no laggards they	E
When girded with the quiver Media yields	P
The bitter juices and slow lingering taste	K
Of the blest citron fruit than which no aid	K
Comes timelier when fierce step dames drug the cup	C3
With simples mixed and spells of baneful power	E
To drive the deadly poison from the limbs	P
Large the tree's self in semblance like a bay	E
And showered it not a different scent abroad	K
A bay it had been for no wind of heaven	A
Its foliage falls the flower none faster clings	P
With it the Medes for sweetness lave the lips	P
And ease the panting breathlessness of age	D3
But no not Mede land with its wealth of woods	P
Nor Ganges fair and Hermus thick with gold	K
Can match the praise of Italy nor Ind	K
Nor Bactria nor Panchaia one wide tract	K
Of incense teeming sand Here never bulls	P
With nostrils snorting fire upt	K

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