The Muse and the Daimon
The Muse, nae poet ever fand [found] her,Till by himself he learn’d to wanderAdown some trotting burn’s meanderAn’ no think lang [long]. — Robert Burns, “Epistle to Willam Simpson, Ochiltree” from 19 May, The Celtic Spirit, by Caitlín Matthews Thank you to our friends who are sharing their answers to yesterday’s exercise. We complete it … Read more