Horace: Book II, Elegy 2 <br /> <br />"Liber eram et vacuo meditabar vivere lecto--" <br /> <br /> <br />I was free. I thought that I had entered <br />Love's Antarctic Zone. <br />"A truce to sentiment," I said. "My nights <br />shall be my own." <br />But Love had double-crossed me. How can <br />Beauty be so fair? <br />The grace of her, the face of her--and oh, <br />her yellow hair! <br /> <br />And oh, the wondrous walk of her! So doth <br />a goddess glide. <br />Jove's sister--ay, or Pallas--hath no statelier <br />a stride. <br />Fair as Iscomache herself, the Lapithanian <br />maid; <br />Or Brimo where at Mercury's side her virgin <br />form she laid. <br /> <br />Surrender now, ye goddesses whom erst the <br />shepherd spied! <br />Upon the heights of Ida lay your vestitures <br />aside! <br />And though she reach the countless years of <br />the Cumæan Sibyl, <br />May never, never Age at those delightful <br />features nibble!<br /><br />Franklin P. Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/again-endorsing-the-lady/
