Wider Than Realms Higher - Poet Seer

Wider than realms higher by far in intellect and its worth into the clouds Minerva called unto her the bent aged Poet Seer: looked up the Earth in awe no clarion calls trumpeted yet the verses of the Poet Seer into the background with a hundred tunes ringing were heard in a soft undertone. Come, come, you satyrs you, bacchanalians of the ivied heads come. Nymphs of woods and streams, and Sileni, fauns and dryads, goblins green and mischievous. Come. Come. From your tired nocturnal eyes as with a wand Minerva tears off the sleep and waking full and strong her Poet Seer to honor. He heeds not much the honors nor wills nor gloats nor wants. Yet Still they honor him from cloud to cloud: and festive season hold and court for wider than realms higher by far in intellect and its worth into the clouds Minerva called unto her the bent aged Poet Seer