But a time I spent wandering in bloomy night; Yon tower, tinkling chimewise, loftily opportune. Out, up, and together came sudden to Sunday rite, The one solemnly off to correct plenilune.
What is the constraint on this poem? What dictates it's composition?
Answer: here
http://users.aol.com/s6sj7gt/mikerav.htm
Posted by: AJE | November 03, 2004 at 03:39 PM