Today is my grandmother’s 84th birthday. Yesterday was my 23rd. When I was growing up, she would tell me it was the best early birthday gift ever when I was born.
’T WAS sung of old in hut and hall How once a king in evil hour Hung musing o’er his castle wall, And, lost in idle dreams, let fall Into the sea his ring of power. Then, let him sorrow as he might, ...