To those that write of happiness,
To those that tote the sunlight’s bliss,
To you dear poet, you lamb — submiss,
Thy words are as a flower’s kiss.

Thy heaven is my Earthly bliss,
Thy lines are clouds on which I tryst,
Thy paragraphs I’ll ever miss,
Thy pages bloom like sweet ophrys.

For the dark that grows ever dire,
For the candle’s wax that drips fire,
Thee parody my darkling fate,
For this I love thy beaming state.

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