She’s You!

Who has played upon himself with sonnets,
Sweet speaking through uneasy hours of night?
Who’s given self entire to such onsets
As wing his thoughts to love’s quick-flick’ring light?
Now, up and down and roundabout he goes,
A-whirly-whirl in shady smiles and woes,
With tears for laughter, tepid joys for tears,
While at poem’s end a little hope appears.
But now, a newer one’s most radiant sun
Flashes! The supreme great lines attained,
Yea! for which he quested long hours through
To clasp last love-mad verses for his One—
Most glorious of all he’s ever gained,
Who sings within each word because she’s you!

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