Author J. A. Pott He bathed and supped with me ā how bright he seemed; Next morn they found him dead. What fell disease Slew him so suddenly? Alas, he dreamed That by him stood the quack Hermocrates. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments