Had I the Reigns
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 more pleasant could make me
complete,
or persuade me of higher pleasures.
I would give you the stars beside.
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