Fidelis Eze
I compare thee not to other
Finding your warmth more than summer
The ornament of your heat an island
To inherit when i search no more
But these weaknesses my joy mend
Now that you have come the golden egg
For my winter come short unerred
Let it wear my neck
For the searchlight has gone deem
The strength the man dieing seen
Haven already mend fences
Made smooth the water ways of faces
Let nothing wane or mein it again
For this wandering herat on you rest.