As
From behind
tree and tree
the Muse played with me
such homely verse
as prose and talk
it was
without the pin-point
laws of style and
principles
from tree
to tree
ran I
and
on each time
a new thing learnt
from my mistake.
Till
that I learnt
by experience - not
by rote
But of all took note
inside my Inner Soul.
And thus
this cunning nymph of Muse
thought me without
the need of classes
to be Poet-Seer
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