Analysis of Horace iii. 13

O fountain of Bandusia,
 Whence crystal waters flow,
With garlands gay and wine I'll pay
 The sacrifice I owe;
A sportive kid with budding horns
 I have, whose crimson blood
Anon shall dye and sanctify
 Thy cool and babbling flood.

O fountain of Bandusia,
 The dog-star's hateful spell
No evil brings unto the springs
 That from thy bosom well;
Here oxen, wearied by the plough,
 The roving cattle here,
Hasten in quest of certain rest
 And quaff thy gracious cheer.

O fountain of Bandusia,
 Ennobled shalt thou be,
For I shall sing the joys that spring
 Beneath yon ilex-tree;
Yes, fountain of Bandusia,
 Posterity shall know
The cooling brooks that from thy nooks
 Singing and dancing go!