poplar sprigs and sunk in a hogshead of wine <br />addressed his bummed-out friends: <br />'Never mind, never mind, never mind, <br />Fate will show itself a better elder.' <br />Fate will levy us and carry the day, <br />I am Teucer. I command you. Fear nothing'. <br />So much the god has foretold: a time will come <br />when people ask 'Which Salamis'? <br />Having seen worse in my camp, lads, <br />drown your cares and make your hearts light with wine. <br />Tomorrow to sea, the wide, abounding sea'.<br /><br />Morgan Michaels<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/take-ii/
