Forgotten Ground Regained
The Historian
As I recline in the bath and read about Raleighsnow from the window settles on the steaming water,a languor far distant from his internment in the Towerwhere he wrote his History of the Worldto the tune of the Thames going out to sea,the river running as Raleigh could not.At his execution he asked to see the axeand demanded it be done immediately;afterward I heard his wife (now widow)kept her husband’s head close at handembalming it for a bed in a velvet bag,the great pendulous weight of the past in her purse.When she removed it, the river was in her earsand when she looked at his lips in her laphis brow bowed like a bend in the Thames,his eyes still steaming like snow on the water.
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