O overawing, luminary muse
Wing down the fiery thought.
The much sought aft, for me to dress.
Classic swathing it as a ruse
To impress as one ought.
Fair worded piece of inspiration
Worthy its box of gold.
In fold on fold, neatly placing
Under the emblem of a nation
Brooch-tied for sprigs' bold.
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