Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
Echoes from Theocritus: I. Summer Day in Old SicilyEdward Cracroft Lefroy (18551891)
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This garment irks me. Phoebus, it is hot!
’Twere sad if Glycera should find me shot
By flame-tipp’d arrows from the Archer’s bow.
Perchance he envies me,—the villain! O
For one tree’s shadow or a cliff-side grot!
Where shall I shelter that he slay me not?
In what cool air or element?—I know.
Far out I’ll wade, till creeping up and up,
The cold green water quenches every limb.
Then to the jealous god with lifted hand
I’ll pour libation from a rosy cup,
And leap, and dive, and see the tunnies swim.