Fit now to mighty Zeus fulfilment seems
I don't believe it, but it does not matter.
'Tis a delightful old extravaganza
Which need not cause the critic owl to chatter
Since Shelley turned it into octave stanza.
[Of course the critic, though, must make his clatter,
Being the Quixote-poet's Sancho Panza.]
But I digress. Two more quaint stanzas, say,
And then farewell to the wily son of May.
'Tis a delightful old extravaganza
Which need not cause the critic owl to chatter
Since Shelley turned it into octave stanza.
[Of course the critic, though, must make his clatter,
Being the Quixote-poet's Sancho Panza.]
But I digress. Two more quaint stanzas, say,
And then farewell to the wily son of May.
Translation:
Language:
Reviews
No reviews yet.