Whilst sounds off, through each reminder
Ache on ache's, day-oared
'Free will, steer! ' Pulled this way and that
A slave, and at, roared
To cushion our thoughts, to pillow
Before them a-float
Both visions rate, heavenly soft
A royal's dream-boat.
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This poem is a tasteful sampling of poetry from another era. Masterfully crafted, James!