Ode to Ms Rutledge Penelope Rutledge, O Vision sublime! I think of you often, and wish you were mine I think of you tripping down library stairs The sun on your bonnet, the wind in your hair No melody bright could express all you are No vision of light and no heavenly star No sunrise at dawn could encompass your grace No vista at twilight could e'er match your face I sit in my room and envision you now The queen of my conscience, the wave at my bow My ships are all stranded, now wretched they pine No sails on their yardarms, no grapes on my vine My vineyards are barren, my cats have no mice My parrot has sought therapeutic advice My hallway is empty, my phone's on the fritz Penelope Rutledge, I love you to bits! My hopes they are waning, as silent I wait Intolerably distant from fair Twillingsgate If not for thy grace I would plunge from the skies As an albatross falls to his final demise Yet hope springs anew with each stroke of my pen That my words may yet sway you, and move you, and then That together at last we may write history With me beside you, dear, and you beside me Penelope Rutledge, O Vision sublime! I think of you often, and wish you were mine E. M. (Ever Madly in love with you...)
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