To her who first unmade a poet and gave
Love and unrest instead of barren art,
Who dared to bring him joy and then to brave
The anger and the anguish of his heart,
Knowing the heart would serve her still; and then
Who gave back only what to art belongs,
Making the man a poet over again,--
To her who gave me all I give these songs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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