what once we knew

where no one with good sense would want to go
you'll find the ones who could not master ire
folk of unclear immoderate desire

the day that passes best is not so slow
that we can't recognise the worthy squire
where no one with good sense would want to go

all of the rivers might soon cease to flow
but still there will be voices in the choir
to tell the tale of those who'd yet aspire
where no one with good sense would want to go