Nearby are the lands where Cimmeria rose
And they are not more fair than these
Yet no songs of swords and sorceries
No boasting in brilliant bard-craft
Extolls the excellence eyes can take in
Here
I have not the skill in words to correct the failing
I have not the skill in many things to correct failings
As is clear from my own many failings
But I can look with hope for a time when
Someone
Who has skill enough to make it happen
Turns to the task
And does it justice
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