O fountain of Bandusia, <br /> Whence crystal waters flow, <br />With garlands gay and wine I'll pay <br /> The sacrifice I owe; <br />A sportive kid with budding horns <br /> I have, whose crimson blood <br />Anon shall dye and sanctify <br /> Thy cool and babbling flood. <br /> <br />O fountain of Bandusia, <br /> The dog-star's hateful spell <br />No evil brings unto the springs <br /> That from thy bosom well; <br />Here oxen, wearied by the plough, <br /> The roving cattle here, <br />Hasten in quest of certain rest <br /> And quaff thy gracious cheer. <br /> <br />O fountain of Bandusia, <br /> Ennobled shalt thou be, <br />For I shall sing the joys that spring <br /> Beneath yon ilex-tree; <br />Yes, fountain of Bandusia, <br /> Posterity shall know <br />The cooling brooks that from thy nooks <br /> Singing and dancing go!<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/horace-iii-13/