Forest Runes (Classic Reprint)

Excerpt from Forest RunesOT that the gift of poesy is mine, Nor that I claim the poet's meed of praise, But in remembrance of the golden days Of youth, have I inscribed these simple lays To thee, my brother, and to auld lang syne.The rolling years have thinned our locks of brown To a scant fleece of salt-and-pepper gray More rapidly the seasons pass away With stead-ier, slower beat our-pulses play.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.