| Look! ~Ode to Shakespeare |
| Hath I professed My love for thee lately? No! Fair slave of evasion Quote me not as saying so. O do beseech thee Capricious Lordship In jest, to thither, At best, to know Why fairy kings And Queens prevail A Spring most limpid A Winter most pale. O, Prince of perils Of dreams derailed Measure me not By awkward breast And lizard tails Or lashings that failed By destinys abode Or cruel adolescence And it's cankered betrothed. Yet, by these swooning Verses should Bate your pomp And barren prevailings Which rendered those fates and vile failings One sterile romp That now hath flouted me A bountiful widow Rich with Earth On every measure Except for mirth. |