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Of mystic beauty, dreamy gift no Rounded art the lack supplies unskilled the subtle Lines to trace or softer shades of Nature gifted I Look Her common forms with unanointed Eyes nor Mine the seer like power to show the secrets of the Heart and Mind; to drop the plummet line below Our common World of joy and woe a more intense Despair of brighter happy to find yet here at least An earnest sense of poetic right and weal Is shown With a Clover as deep and strong as theirs, I lay, Like them, my best gifts on thy shrine.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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