55 But here let’s honour with affection My Tanya’s conquest taking wing, And steer for now a new direction, Lest I forget of whom I sing— On which, herewith, these observations: l sing strange whims and aberrations, I sing a youthful friend of mine. O Muse of Epics, may you shine On my long work as I grow older! And armed with your good staff, I pray, May I not roam too far astray. Enough! The burden’s off my shoulder! To classicism I’ve been true: The foreword’s here, if overdue.
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