TO ANNA

Damsel of sauce and dew-fresh youthfulness;
Speedeth with the pace of the rising sun.
Matching his stride when thou waketh and bless
Those thou loveth best till thy day is done.

Thou servest a friend to both bird and beast; and
Openeth thy door where others stay closed;
Round thee winter's strife and storm be ceas'd,
Thy love pusheth gently, 'til spring be imposed.

Fret not the magic thou feel others hold
And neglect thou wields sorcery of thine own,
Thou shalt attract thy like in companions bold;
This odyssey thou shalt not make alone.

May thy warmth not fade; be many it need,
Thou lovest too well, of that do take heed.