Ad Magistrum Ludi Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

Ad Magistrum Ludi

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NOW in the sky
And on the hearth of
Now in a drawer the direful cane,
That sceptre of the . . . reign,
And the long hawser, that on the back
Of Marsyas fell with many a whack,
Twice hardened out of Scythian hides,
Now sleep till the October ides.

In summer if the boys be well.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Laura Burns 02 October 2014

This poem is an unfinished draft.

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