Classic Poem

From Grecian pine and precipice
The nimble Faunus often strays,
And here, beside Lucretilis,
He lingers for a space of days.
Here he will keep
My goats and sheep
From chilling winds and Summer's blaze.

For hidden strawberries and thyme
The women seek in safety here;
While sportive kids undaunted climb
The mountain-side without a fear
Of wolves or snakes,
When Faunus makes
Sweet music to delight the ear.

Aye, all the gods are good to me,
And shielded by their gifts I dwell;
They love me for my piety,
And all my songs have pleased them well.
Sweet is my rest
For I am blest
With bounties more than I can tell.

Come hither. In this cool retreat
You too shall share this treasure trove.
Here shall you flee the dog-star's heat;
Here shall you learn how, torn with love,
Penelope
In rivalry
With Circe for a lover strove.

Here shall you drink from Grecian jars
Mild Lesbian wine, still sweet and warm,
Nor fear that Bacchus clash with Mars,
Nor savage Cyrus do you harm.
So come, my friend,
With me and spend
Some days upon the Sabine farm.