The Selfish Poet
I hope it gains for me a kiss
or some other kindliest bliss;
for labors done with poetry,
a reward for word chivalry.
Coins not needed for the lines,
that’s not what an old heart pines;
some say there is another reason,
to seek again a magic season.
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