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, [. . .]