Axis & Allies - damowords

Canto II
The poet hears the song of the Ramayana
Two Poets
Back on Arunachala I did poise
This Cadair Idris of the eastern rhymes
& there it was I chanced upon a noise
Then watch’d a hermit to the summit climb;
“Aalvaar,” said he,
“Valmiki is my name,
Perhaps… could ye tell me of worlds from whence ye came”
“Alas,” said I, “My world seems shorn
Of Universal Values,
Depite all things tis still wartorn
Battles splatter’d cross the news,
Tell me, has ever there been born
A soul that all this rues,
Brimming truth, honour & corragio
As Florence was a thousand years ago”
Seize all the spirits of life, & bind
Their warbling joys to our loud strings!
Bind all the nourishing sweets of Earth
To give us bliss, that we may drink
The sparkling wine of Los
“There was,” replied old Vaalmeeki,
“Such a man of Karma,
Love, honesty, heart, loyalty,
Of righteousness & dharma –
Now sit ye down & listen to the legend‐lines of Rama.”
Arunachala
William Blake