Kitap 4
For pardon found adore Eurydice
With a slain calf for victim.”
The self-same hour he hies him forth to do
His mother's bidding: to the shrine he came,
705
The appointed altars reared, and thither led
Four chosen bulls of peerless form and bulk,
690
With kine to match, that never yoke had known;
Then, when the ninth dawn had led in the day,
To Orpheus sent his funeral dues, and sought
710
The grove once more. But sudden, strange to tell
A portent they espy: through the oxen's flesh,
Waxed soft in dissolution, hark! there hum
Bees from the belly; the rent ribs overboil
In endless clouds they spread them, till at last
715
On yon tree-top together fused they cling,
And drop their cluster from the bending boughs.
So sang I of the tilth of furrowed fields,
Of flocks and trees, while Caesar's majesty
Launched forth the levin-bolts of war by deep
720