The Pearl

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     Poet of beauty, pardon me
     If touch of mine have tarnishèd
     Thy Pearl’s pure luster, loved by thee;
     Or dimmed thy vision of the dead
     Alive in light and gaiety. 
     Thy life is like a shadow fled;
     Thy place we know not nor degree,
     The stock that bore thee, school that bred;
     Yet shall thy fame be sung and said. 
     Poet of wonder, pain, and peace,
     Hold high thy nameless, laurelled head
     Where Dante dwells with Beatrice.