Classic Poem

TRIES IT IN A NEW METER

The man who's had a blameless life
??Never needs armor,
Nor Moorish spear nor two-edged knife;
??Nothing will harm or
?Impede his progress in the land
?Of Caucasus or Libya; and
?Though others' joys be sweetly planned
??His will be far more.
Once, I recall, as through a wood
??Where fancy led me,
I sang of Lalage (too good
??And fair to wed me),
?A wolf that happened to appear,
?Stopped as he saw me passing near
?And, half in wonder, half in fear,
??Abashed, he fled me.
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Still will I sing of her, although
??I dwell forever
In barren lands 'mid ice and snow,
??Or those where never
The kindly shade and shelter are
Beneath Apollo's flaming car.
She still will be the guiding star
?Of my endeavor.