To wander down steeple steps,
Beneath a blackened sky.
With book in hand and smoke twixt lips,
To taste that echoed scent.
To drink from flagons hung from hips.
I bound through grass unkept.
With enthuse lent from Bacchus,
And calmly drawing on my tobacco,
I sat a while in that cold field and studied prose and verse.
The world revolved as i filled my head
With Thermopylae and Troy in turn,
And through ancient tongues i did learn
More of life than e’er before i’d found
In testament, textbook or hymn.
As night drew in and i wrapped in
Little more than summer cloth
I closed my tomes and started out
Back onto darkened path.
I left behind the parkland and Thrace and ancient Greece
And out into the street i stumbled, mind filled with sentiment
And as i passed beggar, drunkard, hooker and thug.
In my heart i trembled and could not help but lament
The state of once verdant England and all we now know
Though through my eyes i’m sickened
In my mind i’m free, to read of work of freeing verse
Of Argos, Mars and Galilee.
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