In resplendent, fulsome, luscious verse,
She the bars of destiny rehearse,
Upon sweet trumpet, lyre of the Gods,
Fathoms deep the Greek upanishads,
Sings for moon, and bonny girl, and world,
Writes lightning words which hath fate sweet unfurled,
With passion in to the stratosphere, she, hurled.

Sublime her descant rings in metaphors,
Surely irresistible to adore,
A diligent and lovely little scribe,
Grafting hard to gift the reading tribe,
Shakespeare's sister, from a time before,
The invention of the modern era,
When wonder subsume to money, war.