Their tunics neatly girded. Next arose
A field thick-set with depth of corn: where some
With sickle reap’d the stalks, their speary heads
Bent, as weigh’d down with pods of swelling grain,
The fruits of Ceres. Others into bands
Gather’d, and threw upon the threshing-floor
The sheaves. And some again hard by were seen
Holding the vine-sickle, who clusters cut
From the ripe vines; which from the vintagers
Others in frails received, or bore away,