How cold are thy baths, Apollo! <br />Cried the African monarch, the splendid, <br />As down to his death in the hollow <br />Dark dungeons of Rome he descended, <br />Uncrowned, unthroned, unattended; <br />How cold are thy baths, Apollo! <br /> <br />How cold are thy baths, Apollo! <br />Cried the Poet, unknown, unbefriended, <br />As the vision, that lured him to follow, <br />With the mist and the darkness blended, <br />And the dream of his life was ended; <br />How cold are thy baths, Apollo!<br /><br />Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ultima-thule-jugurtha/
