ST. GUILLEM'S DREAM
The City under siege
the Sultan bearing down
two mighty armies rage
around the sacred town.
Our walls are under-manned
the hard-pressed Captain cries
without some helping hand
tonight the Empire dies...
O Lord, let it be me!
the sleeping hermit said
as (rousing fitfully) he
gripped his wooden bed.
5.25.2004
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Dove Street,
Guillem de Gellone
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