Category: Poetry
Summer of Love
A vagrant minstrel of the street, No poet of the laurel crown, I kneel, dear Princess, at your feet, And lay my book of verses down. See all the love that lingers there, And so, for love’s sake, find it fair.
Chapters
2. Part 2
He listened to the mighty lyre of earth, And learned the lore of soul-compelling song. He pondered on the rune of right and wrong, And saw the hearts of men, their woe, their mi...
1. Part 1A vagrant minstrel of the street, No poet of the laurel crown, I kneel, dear Princess, at your feet, And lay my book of verses down. See all the love that lingers there, And so,...
3. Part 3Give over thy pursuing, Age! Fearest thou not my lover’s rage? For he is young and strong of limb, Thou canst not stand a bout with him. Ah, surely he will laugh to see So wan a...