To R. L. S

Because , with many a goodly word,
My flagging pulses you have stirred,
And, when to me high noon seemed night,
Have flooded me with gallant light:

I, who, to this, your island home,
A stranger, yet a friend have come,
Give, for your memorable sake,
This poor, best wish, that I could make.
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