Oh, to write
Emboldened symphony of delight.
Blended melodies, harmonious waves
Sounds of instruments, sounds of praise.
Notes flow from pen to paper
Into view are words of favor.
Each note concisely placed
Are words well written in its rhythm.
Shall it rhyme? Will it reason?
I don’t know, what’s its season?
Shall I stop? Or continue?
Notes so soft, they sound within you.
So pronounced are the strains
Leaping, bounding, words proclaim.
The melody fancily moves along
And the plot beckons on.
Alone at last, resounding note
In concluding final word.