Had I the reigns to the sun and moon
dazzling bright at dawn's first light,
sliding Westward in the afternoon,
or the beaming pale of sterling moonlight,
I would invite you to ride.
But a simpleton of letters am I
endeavoring to bring you rhymes of old,
hoping some day for a reply
to my words of honey and tongue of gold.
I would entreat you to settle by my side.
I have laid my fondness at your feet
like a chest of Soloman's treasures.
Nothing so pleasant could make me complete,
or persuade me of higher pleasures.
I would give you the stars beside.
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