Poem

I shall build no great castles
save measure
for measure
these dry words lain
in verse for mine own pleasures,
what need have I for halls
for mighty keeps and walls
my monument is simple lines
unbesieged by godly chimes
or blasts from ancient Canaan horns
thus am I immortal born.

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