Fulsere vere candidi tibi soles

C AIULLUS

Thy delightful suns have set.
All thy merriment forget:
Pleasant sojourn in green forest
When the woodman's weed thou worest,
Dainty wooing in long days
Splendid with the August blaze,
Song and dance and laughter merry
When rich autumn browns the berry.
Age was ne'er eluded yet.
Thy delightful suns have set.