Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. I<br><br>Fate<br><br>Delicate omens traced in air<br>To the lone bard true witness bare;<br>Birds with auguries on their wings<br>Chanted undeceiving things<br>Him to beckon, him to warn;<br>Well might then the poet scorn<br>To learn of scribe or courier<br>Hints writ in vaster character;<br>And on his mind, at dawn of day, <br>Soft shadows of the evening lay.<br>For the prevision is allied<br>Unto the thing so signified;<br>Or say, the foresight that awaits<br>Is the same Genius that creates.