Dedication To W R B

And so, to you, who always were Perseus,

D'Artagnan,

Lancelot To me,

I give these weedy rhymes In memory of earlier times.

Now all those careless days are not.

Of all my heroes, you endure.

Words are such silly things! too rough,

Too smooth, they boil up or congeal,

And neither of us likes emotion — But I can't measure my devotion!

And you know how I really feel — And we're together.

There, enough . . .