Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles <br /> In the golden haze off yonder, <br />Where the song of the sun-kissed breeze beguiles, <br /> And the ocean loves to wander. <br /> <br />Fragrant the vines that mantle those hills, <br /> Proudly the fig rejoices; <br />Merrily dance the virgin rills, <br /> Blending their myriad voices. <br /> <br />Our herds shall fear no evil there, <br /> But peacefully feed and rest them; <br />Neither shall serpent nor prowling bear <br /> Ever come there to molest them. <br /> <br />Neither shall Eurus, wanton bold, <br /> Nor feverish drouth distress us, <br />But he that compasseth heat and cold <br /> Shall temper them both to bless us. <br /> <br />There no vandal foot has trod, <br /> And the pirate hosts that wander <br />Shall never profane the sacred sod <br /> Of those beautiful Isles out yonder. <br /> <br />Never a spell shall blight our vines, <br /> Nor Sirius blaze above us, <br />But you and I shall drink our wines <br /> And sing to the loved that love us. <br /> <br />So come with me where Fortune smiles <br /> And the gods invite devotion,-- <br />Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles <br /> In the haze of that far-off ocean!<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-happy-isles-of-horace/
