But first, a poem for you: || mas primeiro, um poema para voce:|| A Sylvan Scene ||by Theocritus|| "I shall not go thither, Here are oaks, here is the galingale, Here bees hum sweetly around their hives; Here are two springs of coolest water, Here birds warble on the trees, Nor is there any shade Equal to that beside thee, And the pine showers its cones from on high."