And it could scarce have seemed to human mind

More hideous to batten on its kind,

Than with as unnatural zest to heap

Impious boards with flesh of steer and sheep;

When no war-bugle blew its summons shrill,

Or forge had fitted hands with swords to kill;

When Saturn planted here below his throne—

The Age of Gold, when Heaven and Earth were one!

A Tarentine Garden