O fountain of Blandusia, <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 die and sanctify <br />Thy cool and babbling flood. <br /> <br />O fountain of Blandusia, <br />The dogstar's hateful spell <br />No evil brings unto the springs <br />That from thy bosom well; <br />Here oxen, wearied by the plow, <br />The roving cattle here, <br />Hasten in quest of certain rest <br />And quaff thy gracious cheer. <br /> <br />O fountain of Blandusia, <br />Ennobled shalt thou be, <br />For I shall sing the joys that spring <br />Beneath your ilex tree; <br />Yes, fountain of Blandusia, <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-ii-13/
