Such my unfettered verse, scorning the delicatesse of dilettantes.
Try it, I’ll stake you my ultimate dollar you’ll like it.
Narcissus (gracefully waiving the point).
Haply in the far, the orient future, in the dawn we herald like the birds,
Men shall read the legend of our meeting, linger o’er the music of our words;
Haply coming poets shall compare me then to Milton in his lovely youth,
Sitting in the cell of Galileo, learning at his elder’s lips the truth.
Haply they shall liken these dear moments, safely held in History’s amber clear,
Unto Dante’s converse bland with Virgil, on the margin of that gloomy mere!
Paumanokides.