STILL I love to rhyme, and still more, rhyming, to wander

Far from the commoner way;

Old-time trills and falls by the brook-side still do I ponder,

Dreaming tomorrow today.

Come here, come, revive me, Sun–God, teach me, Apollo,

Measures descanted before;

Since I ancient verses, I emulous follow,

Prints in the marbles of yore.

Still strange, st............