'cause i wasted the light
between both these times
i drew a really thin line
it’s nothing i planned
and not that i can
makes sense that i'd actually get one from virgil at some point. this was from yesterday.
the cheerful morn salutes evander's eyes,
and songs of chirping birds invite to rise.
he leaves his lowly bed: his buskins meet
above his ankles; sandals sheathe his feet:
he sets his trusty sword upon his side,
and o'er his shoulder throws a panther's hide.
two menial dogs before their master press'd.
thus clad, and guarded thus, he seeks his kingly guest.
mindful of promis'd aid, he mends his pace,
but meets aeneas in the middle space.