Though I, not I that writes the poem; it owes
To the community, the poem in me:
Its spirit that inspires the tendency
For theme and rhyming scheme, and all that goes
To make a poem tick; a piece of prose
Is landlocked by a home society;
And composition in propriety
Of style and manner common feeling knows.
Not I, though I, likewise, that speaks my love
For you, but that the world makes this announcement:
The fact of mutual love is a pronouncement
Of the community below, above.
And love like poetry in words sincere,
In me, in you, will hold its promise, dear.