“Rosetta of Petra” city etched in stone


Oh, how sweet the words of  Burgon,

on  a city of refuge, said once more  to be;
Walls   glistening  as  Cabernet Franc,
Words of  antiquity, yet  fresh as   Chianti;
Hearing  quenches  the thirst of  the mind,
 Saying  more than ones eyes can   see;
Petra to my eyes, sweet Valpolicello,
And to my ears Burgon,  as to my lips;
the best of  sweet  Burgundies.


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