I am the Beloved! For now
And forevermore
With noble bearing, sun-high
Of spruce; cheers her window by.
For calm shades her door.
No evil seen come near it;
Nor looked for to come
To blight, buffet. What upgrew
Of honourable integrity's too
Deep-rooted outcome.
Futile, myself to convince
More, new-met strangeness
Blown in, with ears out-spread
Snubbed wildflower's look once spread.
Stomped no-name wildness.
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