Wilson MacDonald

“ Will make most merry music for thine ears.
No time is dead that gave the world a song
The larger hours were wet with music’s flagon,
And half the garlands of the brave belong
To runes that calmed the courage of the dragon
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The clouds that flowed o’er robust Rome have found
Another prop to lean on than her stone
But in the heart of music still abound
Sweet traces of her tragic poet’s tone
And yonder tower that crowds the ampler air
Shall dream in dust before my rhyming story.
Let those who build arise where eagles dare
I’ll mount, on this white page, to surer glory. ”