The Beauty of Bascom

[title type="subtitle-h6"]Dana Kampa[/title][vc_row][vc_column width="11/12"][vc_column_text]O Bascom Hill, redress the hateful crimescontrived by you against us learned fools;For only fools repeat, too many times,erroneous adherence to the rules;When standing at your base in a storm’s throes,admiring water torrents, flowing jewels,one cannot but admire your gaudy clothes:the rain-soaked leaves of autumn swirl in pools;your beauty, grand and fearsome, both entices,rebuffs, and I am left alone, distraughtunfit to discern your difficult devises;O, I am doubtful it is all for naught;

And yet, though I reject the scheduled trudge,

a rest your peak, I do not begrudge.

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