Your heart danced with golden daffodils,
The poet I adore, the poet of all ages.
Your poems bring nature to masonry grilles
The realists come out of worldly cages.
The music, of the song of the highland reaper,
Filled your heart, and remained long after,
But its meaning Sir, you could not know,
About unhappy things, you guessed although.

(Full poem is available in the poet's published book "Rains of Gems")