Gift

And if my flute can breathe sweet melody,
We may behold Her face who long ago
Dwelt among men by the Aegean sea,
And whose sad house with pillaged portico
And friezeless wall and columns toppled down
Looms o'er the ruins of that fair and violet - cinctured town.

Spirit of beauty ! tarry still a while
They are not dead thine ancient votaries
Some few there are to whom thy radiant smile
Is better than a thousand victories,
Though all the nobly slain of Waterloo
Rise up in wrath against them! tarry still, there are a few.

Hey Mathos - nice poem - as a matter of fact, it's nice to see/read you again.

Whatcha been up to? (besides writing these beautiful poems that you hide in other peoples' threads so that noone is aware of what a poet you are?) You should post your poetry as your own new topic so that everyone can see how talented you are - for real - I'm being dead serious.

I'm good, in case you were wondering. Give me a holler if you ever want to talk. I sure do miss you - Aidan

Tight work Mathos
Aidan's right about you hiding your poems in other peoples threads. You should post your own, G.