The Vagrant of Athens

Of towers and castles this land can account None can eclipse this Acronian Mount A donated token from cardinal minds Fools of their worth, this city reminds Whose former professors were junkies and crooks For genius impermanent luck he mistook Oblivious yet, he outfaced the arena Th’Academy—nation of pallas Athena Their reason remote like art to the blind Discussions ascended, yet he was behind Potential negated by mere competition Unwieldy ideas unfit for addition The knowledge developed, he could not compete Their language transcendent, his skills obsolete The scholar responded, although not distraught, “All that I know is that I knowest not.”