With Donne, whose muse on dromedary trots,Wreathe iron pokers into true-love knots;Rhyme's sturdy cripple, fancy's maze and clue,Wit's forge and fire-blast, meaning's press and screw. Here we find two brilliant poets wrapped into one poem. This poem is both highly amusing to me and quite intriguing. The more I look at, the more I love …

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