Aeschines of old, in Athens, you clearly understood
the joy and beauty of lavender blossoms nectaring,
embraced against the thrumming firmness of the glade's wood;
as Homer did, although concealed against hate's hectoring.
J-Called
Author's Notes/Comments:
A gloss upon ancient sources, and I dedicate it to the scholars and antiquarians of that 19th century British journal, Notes And Queries: Northman, Ache, Aeronaut and Echo.
I leave it to the reader to pursue the references.