Here you will find the Poem Again Endorsing the Lady of poet Franklin P. Adams
Horace: Book II, Elegy 2 "Liber eram et vacuo meditabar vivere lecto--" I was free. I thought that I had entered Love's Antarctic Zone. "A truce to sentiment," I said. "My nights shall be my own." But Love had double-crossed me. How can Beauty be so fair? The grace of her, the face of her--and oh, her yellow hair! And oh, the wondrous walk of her! So doth a goddess glide. Jove's sister--ay, or Pallas--hath no statelier a stride. Fair as Iscomache herself, the Lapithanian maid; Or Brimo where at Mercury's side her virgin form she laid. Surrender now, ye goddesses whom erst the shepherd spied! Upon the heights of Ida lay your vestitures aside! And though she reach the countless years of the Cumæan Sibyl, May never, never Age at those delightful features nibble!