These verses of mine - are not for reading they are like wine stored - in cellars waiting valuable only - some dim hopeless day to come but maybe - when I'm old and grey These lines I've written - are to remind me that I was smitten - once had eyes to see a heart to feel with - the soul of a man that I once knew mirth - as anyone can When my weary quill - sweet quiescence finds rest also I will - relinquish all binds then may these runes be - lost to the ages in the company - of ænglisc sages 17-VI-2011