To Phyllis Wheatley
Your Majesty I Summon Partially.
Its Beckoning so Mystic as Beauty
Ascends to the Astros and Pirouettes
The Particle’s Substance is A-Rhyming.
Beautiful Sunset cast in my Orbit
Remarkable as Marvels of Heaven
Imagination, you who know Everything
I adore you, you are more Radiant
Than all the WOrld’s RIches Twinkling Sparks
You appear already Luminos, Word
FOr I did not strike the Phospohorous Wood
Before you came here and Warbled a Lark.
Beauty of Beauty awakes in the Dark
Illuminate my Vision with your Art.
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