Classic Poem

A CALM retreat by Anxur's sparkling foam,
A nearer Baiae, and a seaside home,
A wood cicadas could not noisy make
In the hot summer, and a river lake;
While these were mine, with you the Muse I wooed;
But now great Rome consumes my solitude.
I toil in vain, no day is here my own,
Tossed like a mariner on the waves of Town,
While my suburban acres I maintain
And humble dwelling near Quirmus' fane.
But there are other ways to show regard
Than lounging at your levees, and a bard
Must never waste a moment; yet I swear,
Though I neglect them, you I hold most dear.