BACK FOR ANOTHER SHOT
So, trying again,
We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage
And swear that beauty lives though lilies die
We poets of the old, proud lineage
Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why.
Let's see if that works.
YES, YES, YES! Mentally makes fist pumping gesture since we must conserve energy at all costs.
That little snatch of a poem is from the Golden Journey to Samarkand by James Elroy Flecker.
Well, must make self presentable then it's off to Barnes & Noble to secure Dan Simmons' latest book. When I return, I will dust and do other chores before settling in for a read. I promise, I promise--oh who am I kidding? The older I get the less delayed gratification means.