We who have bowed ourselves to time / Now arm an uneventful rime / With panoply of flowers / Through the long summer hours… / But now our fierce and warlike Muse / Doth soft companionship refuse, / And we must mount and ride / Upon a steed untried…

Writings on forgotten tales and language
We who have bowed ourselves to time / Now arm an uneventful rime / With panoply of flowers / Through the long summer hours… / But now our fierce and warlike Muse / Doth soft companionship refuse, / And we must mount and ride / Upon a steed untried…