Publisher's Synopsis
Delicate omens traced in air to the lone bard true witness bare; Birds with auguries on their wings Chanted undeceiving things Him to beckon, him to warn; Well might then the poet scorn to learn of scribe or courier hints writ in vaster character;And on his mind, at dawn of day, Soft shadows of the evening lay.For the prevision is allied unto the thing so signified;Or say, the foresight that awaits is the same Genius that creates