NOW in the sky <br />And on the hearth of <br />Now in a drawer the direful cane, <br />That sceptre of the . . . reign, <br />And the long hawser, that on the back <br />Of Marsyas fell with many a whack, <br />Twice hardened out of Scythian hides, <br />Now sleep till the October ides. <br /> <br />In summer if the boys be well.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ad-magistrum-ludi/
