Lofty

The rooters would hate, lest they had one their own,

A lofty skill to appreciate as I do my stone,

My crystal palace, that hard headed dome,

Find it not, where t’is sewn.

Upon my shoulders, between this frame,

And the heavens, from where came,

That lofty gift of imposing fame,

My way with words, dare I blame.

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