Life and warmth, your arms are mis'sed vaguely
Like snatches of sweet melody once heard
I remember swift youth and naively
Recall memories of exploits absurd
A father, husband, lover, but foremost,
A writer that caused kings to cry in woe
And the lowest of hands to rise in toast
For each hero made, first my soul did sow
Beauty, I've found is like red roses not
'Tis not like stars, nor gems, nor Heaven's gate
'Tis none of those things men think that it ought
'Tis words that are beauty. Words change man's fate
Dear mourner, know this, immortal is none
But live I, if my word's read by just one