How will you help?
so said the Figure grim
dressed in a flowing
mantle trim
and it was night.
I am a Poet Seer
would you will to hear
my song and chant
to-night
and nightingales
forego?
Erect spoke not the
Figure grim.
Yet he sate him down
A little distance
to hear my chant
and song.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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