DEDICATION
These words not cometh nor forged in air,
But noiseless dictations of speechless nymphs,
Shapeless wit, method-madness and thought profane.
Amalgam all into this spherical doom.
“And what is poetry?” They ask
Mutterings of Men, great in stance and of greater circumstance,
Rest, unsaid by chance or fates greater. //









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