To Canons
When charming seasons come with prime,
I flutter to air for my first term.
My wings above the ocean shatter,
And eyes of heaven far away glitter;
To maiden nations the zephyrs usher.
By Donne's wit and Wilde's pride I am shelled;
Bound canons do zigzag my daring scud.
If following the wind, whose hometown perfumes,
Stern must I keep, and never wince;
A joyful Paradise might I witness.
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