Virgils First Eclogue Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

AT TOMIS, IN BESSARABIA, NEAR THE MOUTHS OF THE DANUBE

TRISTIA, Book III., Elegy X

Should any one there in Rome remember Ovid the exile,
       &nbsp And, without me, my name still in the city survive;

Tell him that under stars which never set in the ocean
       &nbsp I am existing still, here in a barbarous land.

Fierce Sarmatians encompass me round, and the Bessi and Getae;
       &nbsp Names how unworthy to be sung by a genius like mine!

Yet when the air is warm, intervening Ister defends us:
       &nbsp He, as he flows, repels inroads of war with his waves.

But when the dismal winter reveals its hideous aspect,
       &nbsp When all the earth becomes white with a marble-like frost;

And when Boreas is loosed, and the snow hurled under Arcturus,
       &nbsp Then these nations, in sooth, shudder and shiver with cold.

Deep lies the snow, and neither the sun nor the rain can dissolve it;
       &nbsp Boreas hardens it still, makes it forever remain.

Hence, ere the first ha-s melted away, another succeeds it,
       &nbsp And two years it is wont, in many places, to lie.