1. O finest of people in poetry uncompromised
To testify like me though singular he stayed

2. If my writing has dressed a line he wrote
To me it seemed fair in its black facade

3. For verses have come that teach me
The rhymed prose which pleases its reciter

4. I sent them requiring what I had promised
The free never break their promised word

5. And I forgot not but paper prevented me
My writing's refinement, so I'll gift its best

6. And now I'll hasten in diligence
To send you the full moon in its cover

7. In letters beautiful as a face housed
Like margins, pure starlight at its spring