To My Wife - With a Copy of My Poems
I can write no stately proemAs a prelude to my lay;From a poet to a poemI would dare to say.
For if of these fallen petalsOne to you seem fair,Love will waft it till it settlesOn your hair.
And when wind and winter hardenAll the loveless land,It will whisper of the garden,You will understand.
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