Sage, sav[i]or[ed]

from Strabo’s Hortulus

Elelisphakos frontfirst shines his own where,
sweet-smelling, force-full, well-won when dared,
proven in plural man’s wounds to make well;
evergreen earned, ever young may he dwell.

he wears an inward wrong: the younger
yearning flowers, if unbounded, hunger far unfounded—
they linger, longing, long too long; they bleed his branches’ breath, and end his song.

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