All wretched, shocking, nude, with vilest fare, <br />Such slave am I - my body bears the signs - <br />Born free at foot of gulf whose beauteous lines <br />See honeyed Hybla his blue summits rear. <br /> <br />Alas! I left the happy isle…. Ah! shouldst thou e'er <br />Toward Syracuse and bees and clustering vines <br />Follow the swans as winter's cold declines, <br />Good host, acquaint thee with my loved dear. <br /> <br />Shall I see more her dark, pure, violet eye <br />Reflecting smilingly her natal sky <br />Beneath that eyebrow's bow where hearts are slain? <br /> <br />Have pity! - Find my Clearista, pray; <br />Tell her I live to meet her once again; <br />Thou'lt surely know her, for she's sad alway.<br /><br />Jose Maria de Heredia<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-slave-3/
