To My Father This Little Book Not As Being Worthy But As All I Have Is Dedicated (From: Earthwork Out Of Tuscany)
I cannot add one tendril to your bays, Worn quietly where who love you sing your praise; But I may stand Among the household throng with lifted hand, Upholding for sweet honour of the land Your crown of days.
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