What novelty my Muse could proudly add,
Embellishing my poorly written lines,
That tritely speak of things that have been said
By me and others o too many times?
Perhaps, new rhythm, or a form of rhyme
Were brought to life by my own clumsy hand?
And so these lines don't waste my reader's time
Who spares of it with pleasure to be spent.
And yet, the rhyme is that of older days,
But be not tempted judging it so brute.
I put in this of my beloved's face,
At least its part in verses could be put.
The worth of this is of the precious thing
Of which a poet's bound to lovingly sing.
30. What novelty my Muse could proudly add
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