Let him among you all stand summonser
Who hath done better things! Let whoso hath been
With worthier works concerned, display his wares!
Let him among you all stand summonser
Who hath done better things! Let whoso hath been
With worthier works concerned, display his wares!
“Thy gracious ways,
O Lady of my heart, have
O’er all my thought their golden glamour cast;
As amber torch-flames, where strange men-at-arms
Tread softly ‘neath the damask shield of night,
Rise from the flowing steel in part reflected,
So on my mailed thought that with thee goeth,
Though dark the way, a golden glamour falleth.”
Ezra Pound | “Canzon: Of Incense”