His fancy goes with them, along the Appian Way, trotting with the mules.

When will his father take him again to Rome to see the shops, and the Forum, and the new white temples, and Caesar's great palace on the hill?
'Then carelessly his eyes pass southward, and there beneath him in its hollow is the lake--the round blue lake that Diana loves, where are her temple and her shadowy grove.

The morning mists lie wreathed above it; the just-leafing trees stand close in the great cup; only a few patches of roof and column reveal the shrine.
'On he moves.

His wheaten cake is done.

He takes his pipe from his girdle, touches it, and sings.
'His bare feet as he moves tread down the wet flowers.