Synopsis

So let them , these songs of mine, Into oblivion, nor repine; Abandoned ruins of large schemes, Dimmed lights adrift from nobler dreams, Weak wings I sped on quests divine, So let them , these songs of mine. They soar, or sink ephemeral I care not greatly which befall! For if no song I e'er had wrought, Still have I loved and laughed and fought; So let them , these songs of mine; I sting too hot with life to whine! Still shall I struggle, fail, aspire, Lose God, and find Gods in the mire, And drink dreamdeep life's heady wine So let them , these songs of mine. DAYLIGHT HUMORS THIS IS ANOTHER DAY I AM mine own priest, and I shrive myself