I reckon - there's a piece of heart
In gestures kind and warm
Like correspondence starting
Which immerses you in charm

Looking out the world so seems
To be comprehended best by awe
Every poet wants to know
What each other saw

Poets summer defies season
A flower perennial
Next to which illusion pales
And is made menial

They could die - to know
How each other sees
Waking to go wild
At blows of melody