My poetic year ends with a win in the inaugural free competition
from Anglica Tuition Services
who, awarding all due respect to the works of Milton and Shakespeare for
examples in scansion and wotnot, have sorted out me to the top of their entry
heap: none other mixed precision with
delight so well as [my] own Astral Scheme.
A starry meditation. Ah, sweet!
and entertain a score or two of tailors
to study fashions to adorn my body,
since I am crept in favour with myself
I shall maintain it at some small cost.
Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass,
that I may see my shadow where I pass.
