Chapter I
When the golden sun let open its stream of light
And watered the azure leas in a morning bright
Sheen-clad Maenis, astride the rushing wind of north
Chided his flying steed to open wings and burst forth
“Fly on Qavnus! For rosy Luqrea has stood,
Her lovely eye’s seeking us, her complexion lewd
For it has been long since my lustful gaze broke free,
And avidly ran upon her sweet-scented lea
Where loveliness unmatched, had laid her florid skirt
And embraced my soul in a boundless field of mirth
(To be continued…)
This is written in iambic hexameter. (Rhymed couplets)
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