Harvard + 

On His Twenty-First Year + 

Tired Muse, put faded roses on thy brow, + 

Put thy bare arms about the harp, and sing: + 

—I am a little bor’d with everything. + 

Past the clos’d jalousies the mlengkas go; + 

They are not beautiful; no Greek they know; + 

They go about and howl and make a fuss; + 

I gaze through sâd-shap’d eyelids languorous, + 

Far off from Ispahân where roses blow. + 

Professors sit on lofty stools upcurl’d, + 

Through Yankee noses drooling all day long; + 

I find all these things quite ridiculous. + 

Before despis’d old age comes over us, + 

Let us step into the great world ere long. + 

We shall be very grand in the great world! + 