He seems like one to whom I could relate;
Like one to whom 'my friend' could well apply;
Like one who knows that force (defined as fate)
Would, facing providence, most surely die.
He seems like one who dared forsake his throne
To spend with common men a bit of time
To point the way the poet's muse has flown
But for to winter e'en in Virgil's clime.
But, as a poet, he does show us how
To take a challenge which requires the skill
Which Shakespeare honed, and few do sharpen now,
As few personify desire and will.
He seems that poet not unknown to fame,
Whose devotees, as I, yet praise his name.