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TO

Those that felt the wand of Muse—

Queen Posy's shaft of subtle art—

Soared to the distant heights of blue,

Past onyx lees that Sunsets dyed,

And put to Vellum Couplets' fuse,

Sped same to Fate with timid heart,

Then shed dim tears in Sorrow's pew,

This work's respectfully inscribed.