Education is not filling

When two close kindred meet What better than call a dance?.

I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim gray sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving olden dances, Mingling hands and mingling glances Till the moon has taken flight; To and fro we leap And chase the frothy bubbles, While the world is full of troubles And is anxious in its sleep. . . .

Why should we honour those that die upon the field of battle? A man may show as reckless a courage in entering into the abyss of himself.

The Land of Faery, Where nobody gets old and godly and grave, Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue.

Homer is my example and his unchristened heart.