Hemans Miscellaneous Poetry 3/To his Attendant

by Horace

For other versions of this work, see To his Attendant.

TO HIS ATTENDANT.

BOOK I., ODE XXXVIII.

I hate the Persian's costly pride:
The wreaths with bands of linden tied—
    These, boy, delight me not;
Nor where the lingering roses bide
    Seek thou for me the spot.
For me be naught but myrtle twined—
The modest myrtle, sweet to bind
    Alike thy brows and mine,
While thus I quaff the bowl, reclined
    Beneath th' o'erarching vine.