Love Letters of a Violinist, and Other Poems

by Eric Mackay

And I will boast of mine, in thy despite,

And say I love thee more than all of these.

XII.

The rose in bloom, the linnet as it sings,

The fox, the fawn, the cygnet on the mere,

The dragon-fly that glitters like a spear,—

All these, and more, all these ecstatic things,

Possess their mates; and some arrive on wings,

And some on webs, to make their meanings clear.