A Fair Euboean Shore

There stretcheth by the sea 
A fair Eubian shore, and o'er it creeps
The vine of Bacchus, each day's growth complete.
In morning brightness all the land is green 
With tendrils fair and spreading. Noontide comes,
And then the unripe cluster forms apace:
The day declines, and purple grow the grapes;  At eve the whole bright vintage is brought in, 
And the mixed wine poured out