Whilst you my friend, you now belong to sky,
Yet thy trumpet loud, pierces the day,
Thy sublime sentience suffice to claim,
Against which no pure soul would fight, take aim,
So hallowed are thine insights, thy sweet thoughts,
I ravish them in mutual rapport,
For their value no worldly recompense,
Only to be listened to with sense,
You rouse the children, wake the bards with sound,
Of kindly voice which rings the earth around,
Like birth of summer blistering surprise,
Beauteous and wondrous as thine eyes,
Thou always were, will be a blessing true,
For sacred profound fires run through you,
Wisdoms blossoms your words sweet beget,
Doth the pain of ****** heart abet,
I would accumulate them all my life,
Enamoured of thee like a lusting wife.