to you:
fair siren of my distant youth
i bring thee disconcerting truth
whom these hands have wrapped in love’s embrace
my gaze upon thy shining face
who left me but to end in bitter ruth
Truth i promised and thus do i adhere
if you shall exercise the will to hear
you have sailed to distant shores
striven for heaven and its rewards
what profits she the world but not herself, dear?
Hark: ‘to thine own self be true!’
thus wisely spake the bard a pearly jewel
tis time to shed youth’s showy zeal
to find thy voice and grasp what’s real
to break the vows you once approved
Come home; lo the evening bell doth ring!
take up thy bow and find thee worthy string
apply thine art and mastery
before it grows too late to free
the voices of the young who make you sing!
~e
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