rura colam, frugumque aderit mea Delia custos, area dum messes sole calente teret, aut mihi servabit plenis in lintribus uvas pressaque veloci candida musta pede.
In the country, I said, I will live. My Delia shall be there, to keep watch upon the grain, while the threshing-floor winnows the harvest in the blazing sun; or she shall watch the grapes in the brimming troughs when the quick feet tread the gleaming must.
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