Classic Poem

In flowery meadows may you lie
With pebbly streamlets rippling by
Whose banks with blossoms are aglow:
No care or sorrow may you know.
Cool be your cups of mellow wine
And sweet the chaplets that you twine.
Yours be a love who's all your own,
A maid who pines for you alone.
This, Flaccus, is mine earnest prayer,
But, friend, shun Cyprus and her glare
What time they thresh the parching grain
And flame doth glow in Leo's mane.
O Paphian Queen, my wish fulfil,
Restore the youth untouched of ill,
So hallowed shall thy Kalends be
And many a cake be offered thee
With gifts of frankincense and wine
Poured out before thy gleaming shrine.