service of the Juno of the shades; it is shrouded by the
whole labyrinth of the forest, closed in by the boskage that
darkens the glens. Yet none may pierce the subterranean
mystery, till a man have gathered from the tree that leafy 20
sprout of gold, for this it is that fair Proserpine has ordained
to be brought her as her own proper tribute. Pluck
off one, another is there unfailingly, of gold as pure, a twig
burgeoning with as fine an ore. Let then your eye be
keen to explore it, your hand quick to pluck it when duly 25
found, for it will follow the touch with willingness and