TO A GRACKLE

(Horace, Ode XVIXXV, p. 23)

Bird, if you think I do not care

To gaze upon your feathered form

Rather than converse with some fair

Or make my brow with tennis warm;

If you should think I'd liefer far

Hear your sweet song than fast be driving

Within my costly motor car

And in my handsome home arriving,

If you should think I would be gone

Far sooner than you might expect

From off this uncolumnar lawn;

Bird, you'd be utterly correct!

[!-- H2 anchor --]

Tom Daly

(Showing the Italian's love of the Beautiful, which he makes his own more than the Anglo-Saxon dreams of doing.)