Ah! When I Take My Lyre, As Merlin

Took his book of magic. My waning health revamps, kindles The fire that in embers crackled. And the night bleak so bleak Lights with the burning stars. Aye! Aye! Blood courses, Spanish, Passionate, Mediterranean, proud. Nor does it renege its Italian ancestry Nor lose the thread of Teutonic remote. Nor the night sleeps, but dreams and Speaks unto itself Valletta’s history. Ah! when I take my lyre, as Merlin Took his book of magic. My waning health revamps, kindles The fire that in embers crackled. And the night bleak so bleak Lights with the burning stars.