Mine

The poem that I write,
The song that I sing,
Of me is the height—
My tower, my wing.

No man is more worth,
No matter more great,
No beauty of earth
Can equal that state

That’s choice of my will,
Glad made of my mind,
And hold it I will
Against all mankind!

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