Wilt spend thou Nature’s battle unaware
And lend thy loveliness when thou agree
To legacy–or Heaven as thou dare?
This battle, free to lose; for the degree
That this abuse could bounteous appear;
To use this matchless contest; wouldst thou care
To give thy future someone to revere?
To live, what legacy wouldst thou prepare?
Thyself, as though alone reflected are;
No epigone–when fall thyself so near–
To traffic nature’s call? Deceive and scar
This battlement to leave to thy frontier!
In this way, bring thee over from afar,
And what might be thine image, to a star.
- David Emeron
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