To Mrs. Quinn, the Queen of Poetry


To Mrs. Quinn, the Queen of Poetry:
Having held for twenty years your teas And given to us all the gift of beauty,
Now you may at last enjoy your ease, Knowing the sweet ending of your duty. You’ve walked among the loveliest of trees,
Out gathering the harvest, rich and fruity, Undying words that feed the will to be.

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