Let me praise that which heavens keep
And express in verse my simple gratitude
To the gifted-most and the ever young,
The restless,and the maddest to rhyme.
Let me hail you natural bard,
One child of England and poet of the world,
Who sings so bright and evermore,
A friend of sweet things and glorious time.
No more shall your verse ever sleep,
Nor the shine,nor power of topics bold.