Oh, Muse, whereof thou hast deserted me,
Thereof declare no muse of thee.
And now have chosen no one but SHE
As SHE has chos’n to stay with me:
A Jaunty jewel of jessamine and jasper,
Blaming Justice for making her perfect and super;
Omnipresent to give me inspiration;
Omnipotent to overpower;
Attracting, astonishing
And full of passion for you to admire;
A naiad dressed in narcissus,
Sent for patients to recover;
Rare in spirit;
Neither paid by gold nor silver;
And since accepting me for my own self,
Confirm SHE is my royal plover.
25 August 1996
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