An Unpublished Poem, by my late Latin Tutor. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> In candent ire the solar splendor flames; <br /> The foles, languescent, pend from arid rames; <br /> His humid front the cive, anheling, wipes, <br /> And dreams of erring on ventiferous ripes. <br /> <br /> How dulce to vive occult to mortal eyes, <br /> Dorm on the herb with none to supervise, <br /> Carp the suave berries from thc crescent vine, <br /> And bibe the flow from longicaudate kine! <br /> <br /> To me, alas! no verdurous visions come, <br /> Save yon exiguous pool's conferva-scum,-- <br /> No concave vast repeats the tender hue <br /> That laves my milk-jug with celestial blue! <br /> <br /> Me wretched! Let me curr to quercine shades! <br /> Effund your albid hausts, lactiferous maids! <br /> Oh, might I vole to some umbrageous clump,-- <br /> Depart,--be off,-excede,--evade,--crump!<br /><br />Oliver Wendell Holmes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stivation/
