Invocation to Vergil (verse)
Ballard, Charles
Invocation to Vergil Gently as in your time Still falls on Umbrian hills the evening sunlight, Before the gleaming bronze on fig and pear Deepens to brown-purple; And still at Paestum sighs...
...Return, O Master...
...Don the shepherd's coat, And wander where you chiefly loved to roam...
...Charles Ballard...
...And still at Paestum sighs into loveliness The rose you cherished...
...Mopsus and Meliboeus, under other names, Still watch their nonchalant flocks, and tune their reeds To gentle airs—and in her wooden bowl Another Phyllis carries from the orchard The comb of dripping gold...
...Come again To watch the sea-line of the gilded bay, Where, out of topaz mist, white wings and sails Flash like a cry...
...The western wanderer feels the selfsame thrill That swept your heart, when snowy oxen Trail over furrowed loam the loosened plow At close of day...
...Prune tree and vine, see Tityrus guide the goats To grass and cool water...
Vol. 12 • October 1930 • No. 23
