Will Of Iron And Voice Of Brass

Will of iron and voice of brass - That is how I'll begin this story. Sleet has covered remaining grass, and my windows are dark and hoary. I imagine your jet black hair, And I fancy your lustrous bodice. I recall the illustrious day when first reading your ancient codex. There were blessings on one and all - As a church with a stained-glass glory. I was an adulated dolt, garb of poverty - don't cajoler! Please don't tarry as you may do, Here - no cramps, no fits of loving! You have opened my mouth- anew! And the vista for us is stunning.