A young man's search for old things.
It was as if the South Wind were fanning fire
Through the fields, or a mountian torrent had leveled
The farmlands and swept away the oxen's tillage,
Flattening the hedgerows, and I was a shepherd
Listening in the dark from some towering rock.
Virgil, Aeneid, book 2, 304-308
Translated by Stanley Lombardo