A Dedication

Life of my learning, fire of all my Art,
—O thou to whom my days obscurely tend,
—Dear past expression, friend beyond a friend,
Soul of my soul and heart within my heart,

Hear and forgive thy servant over bold
—Who dared to write the words he could not say,
—And with too eager hand hath given away
That which his eyes alone to thee unfold!
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