A Line From the Hermit

The hermit said; I will hide Until calm caresses this tide. This wine though flavored with gall, I’ll drink till I reach my goal. Knowing the aftermath is a delight, Only makes the burden light. I’ll refuse the peacock’s pride Which it shows off like a new bride. Her naivety they’ll soon unearth And bring to bare all that’s beneath. But again I’ll tow the hermit’s line To keep alone till my time comes.