Robert Louis Stevenson

(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

Ad Magistrum Ludi - Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

NOW in the sky
And on the hearth of
Now in a drawer the direful cane,
That sceptre of the . . . reign,
And the long hawser, that on the back
Of Marsyas fell with many a whack,
Twice hardened out of Scythian hides,
Now sleep till the October ides.

In summer if the boys be well.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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