
Originally Posted by
Daneril17
By Daneril17
Having been the man you once knew as fully sane
The tattered flyte(?) had been lost long before
I say that this sane (not sane again, another word, maybe good, great, etc) man had been only lore
He had been the famed merchant of all pain. (the meaning of this line is not clear)
And so to say of the scholar again
"You need not be forgetful of the broken heart!"
For your love awaits your coming and to part ('to part' is awkward here)
Bringing grace to your love and to your friend.
The elegy of her life had you missed
Beauty within was studied as a science
Your love was lost with utter defiance
Your work of paper was made with lists
Thus grow old, my merchant from Corduba
And forge a great nation of Lord or Love
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