FOR YOUGEORGE LYON, JR.
I said that I would make a poem for you sometime,For you to read if perfect rhythm tuned the perfect rhyme.
But oh! The music of your voiceGave so much beauty to each separate wordThat when you read I did not knowThat 'twas my poem I heard.
It was your soul which spoke beneath each line,Your voice that made the rhythm haunt the rhyme,—It was indeed your poem, not mine.
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