Classic Poem

I dined with him one day, the Heart-enchanter,
On Yankee chowder, fruit, and Shropshire cheese,
And mellow Burgundy from a decanter;
(Parnassus feasts on substances like these;)
His brow serene was crowned with reverend snows;
On his lapel faint blushed a wayside rose,
The sweet companion of his morning saunter;
The limner bard he praised, and honored those,
The mated souls who with the muses dwell
On their lone hill near which the Ohio flows;
Then flew to Spain his fancy migratory;
With glowing lip he told the wondrous spell
Of wise Cervantes' world-delighting story —
The immortal Don, La Mancha's pride and glory.