Oh Middling Poet, little known
Enslaved in Memorium,
And Unknown Lover, Buried Child
Whose names are not recalled,
Entombed in rhyme,
Encased in song,
Strung like a bead,
On a silver thread,
In a narrow row
With Tygers and Idylls
Consumed, submerged,
Hanging like pearls,
That all the world might see
And exlaim
At such radiance,
Such poetic mastery,
But always in
Another's name
Oh nameless captains,
Nameless dead,
Swallowed in laments
An elegy offered,
For those mysteries,
For all enslaved
In elegy
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