I don't like diamonds; 
the emerald's "grass-lamp glow" is better;
and unobtrusiveness is dazzling,
upon occasion. 
Some kinds of gratitude are trying.

Poets, don't make a fuss;
the elephant's "crooked trumpet" "doth write";
and to a tiger-book I am reading -
I think you know the one - 
I am under obligatioin.

One may be pardoned, yes I know
one may, for love undying.