COULD you tell from all his satires Odes and epodes and the rest, Mocking, lauding verbal empires, Could you tell what he loved best In his life, and where his home was, Had you read them, could you tell? Just how fair the Sabine fields lay, Spread below his Tibur home, How those hours after noon-day Sped in musing far from Rome, What his really dearest dreams were, What his visions, could you tell? Yea, and I, too, lived an Idyll, Just a day long, it is true, But were I to frame the riddle In Horatian lines, could you Read @3my@1 life, @3my@1 dreams, @3my@1 visions? Say, then, Chloe, could you tell? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE'S APOTHEOSIS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR WHAT THE BULLET SANG by FRANCIS BRET HARTE SNOWBOUND by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TREES BE COMPANY by WILLIAM BARNES AFTER CHURCH by SAMUEL ALFRED BEADLE SONNET: DREAM-LOVE by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |