
A Viator’s Rhapsody
Stung from recumbence, By the obvious vicissitudes, Beheld by my eyes; tales unexpected: Heralding trembling, great trepidation, I took to my heels – The things that my heart has heard; So now to scribe in gold. Then I thought, then I reflected, Life! Oh Life! What is in thee? That – Today we are, tomorrow … Continue reading A Viator’s Rhapsody