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...CALLING DREAMS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GOAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOPE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STREET CRIES: 6. TO RICHARD WAGNER by SIDNEY LANIER HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 2 by EZRA POUND THE CHARGE OF THE BREAD BRIGADE by EZRA POUND |