Thou meet angels and sinners, poets and demons,
Beg gentility to let thee in, alludin' to youth, lucent and haste -
In praisin' myriads 't is more keepable than a muse's single gaze.
Thou mature among lonesome sons and laureled lemans.
The candlelight lullaby calls away from pearls and taunts -
Thou call out midnight deep minds to fulfill.
They come to steal thy pearls, taunts like wine to spill.
Thou maturely realize surfeit never deep minds vaunts.
