Homage
to Horace 23
Fawn-like, gently, lovely-limbed, Chloe, maiden!
In the greenwood searching at the break of day.
Cool dew moistens flowing gown, as you wander
Among leafy
trees.
From the edge of meadow wide you I notice.
There I long to see you glide over soft grass.
Morning sunlight breaking through ev’ry long branch
As you come
toward me.
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