Here you will find the Poem Bon Voyage - And Vice Versa of poet Franklin P. Adams
Propertius: Elegy VIII, Part 1 "Tune igitur demens nec te mea cura moratur?---" O Cynthia, hast thou lost thy mind? Have I no claim on thine affection? Dost love the chill Illyrian wind With something passing predilection? And is thy friend--whoe'er he be-- The kind to take the place of me? Ah, canst thou bear the surging deep? Canst thou endure the hard ship's-mattress? For scant will be thy hours of sleep From Staten Island to Cape Hatt'ras; And won't thy fairy feet be froze With treading on the foreign snows? I hope that doubly blows the gale, With billows twice as high as ever, So that the captain, fain to sail, May not achieve his mad endeavor! The winds, when that they cease to roar, Shall find me wailing on the shore. Yet merit thou my love or wrath, O False, I pray that Galatea May smile upon thy watery path! A pleasant trip,--that's the idea. Light of my life, there never shall For me be any other gal. And sailors, as they hasten past, Will always have to hear my query: "Where have you seen my Cynthia last? Has anybody seen my dearie?" I'll shout: "In Malden or Marquette Where'er she be, I'll have her yet!"