O'er this named plaque in my heart
In accents natural
This brags perpetual:
Acclaim's songbird; when cold-blown
of which truth, for confronting, is
Voiced for one, out-flown.
Upon its portraiture will drop
Of soft expressing
A fragrance stressing:
Blossomy thought. What's shed, beside
In wintry despair, for beauty
Of person, denied.
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