I see thy willow-darkened stream,
Thy sunny lake, thy sunless grove,
Before me glassed
In many a dimly-gorgeous dream,
And wake to love, to doubly love
The magic Past!
Narrations composed or conjured in these columns (an endeavour dedicated to the poet Clarence Mangan, 1803-1849) will cover mythopoetical aspects of the news cycle in all times and tides. The odd able piper or mouldy ballad or impressive Scythian brooch may earn notice in occasional items as well, in however derivative or oblique a manner. ~Q~