Not by random will these Faces compare,
These Sovereign Dainties blend just for you
Though slaved, willing to burn a Worthy Stare
And apt to earn your Felicities true
After all, Honour deserves worthy besought,
Worthy as Valued as Mulligan's Cat
Forchance, win your rare and clawful Grace wrought
Your Link once Opened by Reservation's at
Yet for these Faithful and Endangered Few
Whose Active Translation misunderstood
Tend the Forest still; And tendered the Hue
To filter your Baby's Innocent Good.
Perhaps on my Mind's own Weather debate
Your Judgment the Sun; Your Jury the Rain.