Let me put the final stroke in thy growin' up song,
As thy muses set foot a vinaceous shore t' esteem,
As thy lyre invites to dip into Diana's stream.
Let me turn out the light thy elegiac saudade to prolong,
As the muses strive for preparin' thy nurtured lullaby,
As the lyre let Helios feel thy presence.
Let thy ifs and whys be lyric pearls in the life-tie,
Started with readin' my lines in the mercurial incandescence.
