To W. R. B. <br /> <br />And so, to you, who always were <br />Perseus, D'Artagnan, Lancelot <br />To me, I give these weedy rhymes <br />In memory of earlier times. <br />Now all those careless days are not. <br />Of all my heroes, you endure. <br /> <br />Words are such silly things! too rough, <br />Too smooth, they boil up or congeal, <br />And neither of us likes emotion -- <br />But I can't measure my devotion! <br />And you know how I really feel -- <br />And we're together. There, enough . . .<br /><br />Stephen Vincent Benet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dedication-8/
