There lies no prudence in this humble verse;

No message great to life’s proud force assign—

Nor yet a dictum noble, stern or terse,

No deeper meaning cloaked between the lines.

No wealth to filch through furtive mimicry,

No pearl of insight to bestow in kind,

No secret credo for the soul to seek—

To lift up hope or sanctify the mind.

This is, more sure, an exercise of heart

Where silent words may wheel and entertain

That language forged through ages, might assert,

In ink-borne echoes, truths we can’t explain.

Where minds may muse in rhyme reflected thought—

And by pure wonder, laud what words have wrought.