Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. Interlude I. Comments

And lisp of leaves, and fountain's fall, And her own voice more sweet than all, Telling the tale, which, wanting these, Perchance may lose its power to please.' a taste of bygone days of old. tony

'This sword was in the fight.' The Poet seized it, and exclaimed, 'It is the sword of a good knight, Though homespun was his coat-of-mail; very good poem. tony