Look kindly upon these verses short and long
Restrain the blue pencil in your hand
Who, but the poet, should write his song,
The letters, breaks, and lines make the land
Of this verse, while undivided remaining
Transmitted from author eyes to page
A message needing no retraining,
No remoulding, its wish only to engage
Readers eyes as was meant to be read
The sense and rhythm still unbroken
Untouched by other hands, the thread
Of thought just as it was spoken
So, kind editor, read these words true and fair
And print his letters as written if you dare!
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