City - Prishtinë State - KOSOVË Country - UF Old Timers
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Masks
these tales of old disguising, are they not strange myths of souls that found themselves among Unwonted folk that spake a hostile tongue, Some soul from all the rest who’d not forgot The star-span acres of former lot Where boundless mid the clouds his course he swung, Or carnate with his elder brothers sung Ere ballad-makers lisped of Camelot?
Old singers half-forgetful of their tunes, Old painters coluor-blind come back once more, Old poets skilless in the wind-heart runes, Old wizards lacking in their wonder-lore:
All they that with strange sadness in their eyes Ponder in silence o’er earth’s queynt devyse?