Incipit
To Mr. Hoag On His Ninetieth Birthday, February 10, 1921 As on the flow’ry Latmian crest Endymion ever young reposes, With crystal dreams by Phoebe bless’d, And wreath’d in never-dying roses; So, Scriba, thou, whose poet-eyes Have dwelt aloft in raptures rarest, And won like favours from the skies, At ninety still youth’s garland wearest! Methinks I see thee where the moon On faery slopes sends down her splendour; That realm of sempiternal June, Peopled by fauns and oreads tender, Which sleeps unalter’d and unvex’d, Tho’ with vast ills and changes direst The world of waking be …
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Entourage — Jonathan E. Hoag (1)