Elegy X.Now Ceres' feast is come, the trees are blown,And my Corinna now must lie alone.And why, good Ceres, must thy feast destroyMan's chief delight, and why disturb his joy ?The world esteems you bountiful and good,You led us from the field and from the wood,And gave us fruitful corn, and wholesome food.Till then poor wretched man on acorns fed;Oaks gave him meat, and flow'ry fields a bed.First Ceres made our wheat and barley grow,And taught us how to plough, and how to mow;Who then can think that she designs to proveOur piety, by coldness in our love ?