Music swirls around me —
Like poetry ever, but here for once
The silvery sound without ceasing
Echoes from one end of the ground to another,
Ringing from tree to tree,
From spire to pedagogical spire.
Air here rests more than elsewhere,
And though a simple pretext may be found
For those who seek distraction,
No summons from the knights
Of ever-shadowed Faerie
E’er will reach me here.
(This is, if I recall correctly, another high-school-era poem. This is its first public appearance. I’ve cross-posted it on my wiki. Any sort of feedback–comments, complaints, criticism, compliments, suggestions for a real title, or any other kind–is most welcome and eagerly solicited.)