When the east wind sweeps from the woods, or the clouds of the west fall in rain, the hearth-fire shall glow within doors. The shepherd will bring us beech-logs and split oak; he will throw on the flames olive-boughs and juniper to send sweet scent from the fire.
The lad, Iulus, will be by the hearth; he will play and caress you and talk his broken chatter. I myself will read great Virgil's monument with you.
O too happy we! if, in that little time yet left us, the Fates give us such days together.