On a path long forgotten,
even veritably unknown,
an ancient horn besotten
with its bed much now o’ergrown
Eons and epochs betrodden,
yet with time and grass resewn
now unearthed and new-gotten
awaiting its first intone
An oliphant, thought rotten
(no more a lowly
cow-bone)
yields thunder once forgotten
since great Roland did atone.
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