As the equinox passed and night began to overtake day in the ancient Viking land of Oslo, the Skald was well settled into his studies for the fall semester, which included ancient runes, the rhetoric of the elder skalds, and the tongue and poetry of the noble Anglo-Saxons. (Just like the last two semesters, he couldn’t resist signing up for four classes this time around.) Never content to leave anything to the last minute, the Skald’s thoughts also turned to the future and where he might next live the life of the mind, although that was still a long way off. Looking further forward to the winter break and writing a thesis in the next semester, he then composed this verse:
Dark drains daylight as I dare the Ascent:
for forty credits I further go,
as summer fades and fall comes soon.
Runes and Rhetoric rule this season
with the Anglo-Saxons’ elder language;
ahead I look to a higher degree,
to set the city that I’ll sail to next.
Cold December will bring courses’ ends,
daytime darkness, the drifting snows,
and a final rest that’s right before
the thunderous peak of thesis work.
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