The Sibyl - Invocation

Come, Sibyl, speak of ancient times and ways Marpessan youth, Apollo's golden days. Come, Sibyl, o'er time's countless grains of sand, That shades now lost to night mght guide my hand ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Beads String of beads In marble fancy Cut form out the center core Some Grecian column Days of yore They spill all clackclattery Down entrance steps Gaining color from sun and sky And splash my basket to overflow Sparkle my eye Then scoop those glistening beads Unto skinny shallow hands Enough enough for angel bands