To whom may we address our gratitude
O dark wing'ed inhabitant of the night?
A benediction gave you to Adam's second
Or to Dante's helminth did you bestow your light?

Until now had I not the slightest care
Of what cavernous grot was your abode.
If this final road guides me down to Hades
Alchemy can ne'er change cheap metal into gold.

Why wax you, O envious Moon?
Here is no Capulet for you to fear.
Your abode is forever fixed
None earthly needs ever be thy bier!

And so we'll form a pact for discord
If you vow to cast off your opning eye
My Oath- To only by the half moon
Be Keats's Watcher of the skies.

And yet you still hold me in derision?
See how only I can now of you inquire?
Alas, if not now more than ever ill-equipped
To give the starving their desire.

But when "Give us Barabas" they cry,
We know what the next bloodthirsty cheer shall be.
I will fill thine bruised outstretched hand
Here,my love,is manna from which to feed.

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