Classic Poem

Dear Manius, comrade of my boyhood's years,
Than whom none dearer in the land of Spain,
No man more worthy of my love appears,
'Tis you who make me wish to see again.
My native homesteads and the golden shore
That Celtiberian Salo washed of yore.

If you were with me I would be content
To dwell in Afric village parched and dry,
With you beside to share my banishment
I would endure the cold of Scythia's sky:
Yea, every place to us a Rome would be
Where every thought is shared 'twixt you and me.