In a copy of Yeats's poems
Poet and friend, I send
To you my poet friend
Whose perfect poems are
Star upon Star.
Were gold of Ophir mine
That gold were far less fine
Than his, I bid you take
For friendship's sake.
I give you of his best.
Welcome this goodly guest
For his sake, and for mine,
And for the Nine.
To you my poet friend
Whose perfect poems are
Star upon Star.
Were gold of Ophir mine
That gold were far less fine
Than his, I bid you take
For friendship's sake.
I give you of his best.
Welcome this goodly guest
For his sake, and for mine,
And for the Nine.
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