Thou Ancient Nest

ah, thou ancient nest! thou dark & beaming nest planted by the river-side near thine old Iroko tree lofty, calm with ever fresh confident who wove thine primal tread? who crafted thine sole resolve? what artist cast thine golden laughter? methinks some weird minstrels with young elegant maidens softy hired of golden black hairs mingling with their rural drums amid hunters wild & fierce looking roved amid thine mid-night rites. (to be continued)