Rubicons refused
Potvaliant
Potvaliant I sweep the country
Level with my lion’s eye.
Leap mountains and ford floods,
And crisply set decisions on
To make up empires for my travelling.
But at the sober day
Are Rubicons refused, which brook up feeble waters,
Damping the drunker enterprise of night.
So walking sunwise to the clear eyed air
I travel no journeys.
© The Estate of Ronald M. White
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