Credibly; so grandsire, grandam, alike did agree.
Syria took him away; all ears had rest for a moment;
Lightly the lips those words, slightly could utter again.
None was afraid any more of a sound so clumsy returning;
Sudden a solemn fright seized us: a message arrives.
“News from Sonia country; the sea, since Anius entered,
Changed; ’twas Ionian once, now ’twas Hionian all.”
A FIXED SMILE
Egnatius, spruce owner of superb white teeth,
Smiles sweetly, smiles forever. Is the bench in view,