Hecate, I implore you:

Open me a line—
I simply must tell Emily
I find her verse divine.

Not only is it godly, Em,
It’s worldly in a way
That none other I have ever read
Has had the ability to convey.

It’s like you gathered Amherst up,
And tucked her in a vial,
For me to discover, two centuries later,
With neither tribulation nor trial.