she only worships herself, Poesy,
so one may forget his self to serve her,
though that that be a cause so unworthy
is the lie that good nature won’t nurture;
to exceed one’s bounds may be possible,
but only ignorance then brings safety–
there’s a claim and aim so impossible;
one needs no name to suffer honestly
the consequences of justice and action;
so nourishing is she with her laughter,
inviting play and playful retraction,
so innocent of all that comes after!
and when she lives in me there lives this truth:
all is fair and so, fair in honest youth!