A Latin School young man, A four-eyed, sawed-off young man, A midnight oil-burning, A Latin-root-learning, A cramming-for-college young man. An English High School young man, A hair-brushed-down-flat young man, A downy-mustached, By-nothing-abashed, A cut-out-for-a-clerk young man. O! a Lotus-eater I wish to be, To stand by the edge of the blue-green sea. To eat of the flower that makes one forget His Latin and Greek, and how to fret; O! a Lotus-eater I wish to be, To stand by the edge of the blue-green sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I SING OF LOVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON YOUR WORLD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE TEMPTRESS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE GARDEN BY MOONLIGHT by AMY LOWELL A DAY IN BED by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |