untitled 05/11/2003
Vehicles for air and land and sea abound And artificial light holds back the night, Whilst medicines and cures are daily found, Apparently to rescue us from plight: So here am I in this the “age of reason”— What ligament connects me to the past? We feel ourselves to be in spring-like season, But this great season may well be our last. My intellect believes that you have spoken, The world too great a mystery to ignore; Yet desperately I long for some small token, As you have done reportedly... Sign in to see full entry.