A Tribute to his Mistress.

I sought you through my years of eager youth.
Then seemed so simple to perfection find,
I knew that nature would reveal in truth
The faintly drawn conception of my mind.
Through years of searching in my dreaming grew
Your face and form, your voice and laughter bright,
Your graceful movements subtly then I knew
And worshipped in the quietness of the night.
But now my incarnate Muse I do embrace
And feel the sacred beauty of your soul,
My keening heart must, grieving, learn to face
The lonely striving of my self control.
Too late, for when I needed most to hold
Then you, my love, were only ten years old.

Always and for ever your most devoted Sub..... P.