The longer forms of verse
Escape me
The epic Muse will not sing in my ears
And the lyric will dance only a short dance before me
And that is perhaps as it should be
For I know I do not last long or
Thrust in deep
Nor have I the breadth to make a shallow treatment worthwhile
And certainly not a swift one
Of course they move on
Knowing that I do not satisfy
Yet I strive to do better every time
And even those whose stamina is
Stuff of legends
Sometimes come up short
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