whose name is one with mine;
crazy with laughter
and babble,
and earth's new wine
Now as the flow'r of a year is not yet thine
O little blossom, O mine, and mine of mine
Glorious poet, who never has written a line,
Laugh, for the name at the head of my verse is thine!
May'st thou never be wronged by the name that is mine.
(With thanks and apologies to Alfred, Lord Tennyson)
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