Sunday, October 19, 2008

Soft! What light through yonder winder breaks...

Lo, and hearken ye to this,
Mine tale of wear and woe.
Mine hand hath mov-ed for a time
And hath begun to slow.
Now hathing far too much-
Good hathing time hath come and gone.
Not too many pages done;
I'd best keep moving on.
'Tis 'just now Five; my twelfeth page...
A-inking now I'll go.
So sing for me and pray for me:
Mine mind soon mayeth go.

--wearily, Jesse G.

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