Classic Poem

Go , cross the wide but kindly sea
With Flavus, go, my little book,
And may the gales propitious be
Until on Tarraco you look;
Thence in a carriage travel fast
Till Bilbilis, and Salo too,
Shall greet you, five swift stages past,—
What orders do I give to you?
Let naught be done till you have been
To greet the few I loved of yore,
The comrades that I have not seen
These four-and-thirty years and more;
Bid Flavus find a pleasant spot
—I ask no costly luxuries—
A cheap but comfortable cot
Where weariness may lie at ease.
The captain's cursing you amain,
Fair is the breeze, he will not brook
Delay and one must not detain
A ship—Good-bye, my little book!