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.
Tuesday, December 31, 2002
Topic(s) of this poem: october,summer
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