 | The poems and prose writings of Sumner Lincoln Fairfield |  |
“What, scorner! dost thou think to cheat my skill
With thy Trophonian dreams, when I have clasped
Delusions to my bosom since my birth?
And juggled men by all circean arts?
I woo no longer! thou art in my grasp—
And by the Immortals I disown! thou shalt”—
With thy Trophonian dreams, when I have clasped
Delusions to my bosom since my birth?
And juggled men by all circean arts?
I woo no longer! thou art in my grasp—
And by the Immortals I disown! thou shalt”—
| The poems and prose writings of Sumner Lincoln Fairfield | |