1845
I. “I thought once how Theocritus had sung…”
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,
Who each one in a gracious hand appears
To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:
And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,
I saw, in gradual vision through my [...]