In Signature

Could I carve shape from clouds,
or mold water to form;

Could I brush the sky in rainbow hue
or pen poems in midnight’s black ink;

Were I Nature’s sole artist,
And could create
Great monuments sublime,

None would endure so long, or burn so bright
As the fires within which move me to write.

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