The ages saw one who true-lived his heart,
Unashamed and diligent he was.
He baited from within the deepest part,
And pulled it forth, as the fisherman does.
Another accompanied him sometime,
Seeming to agree with most of his thought,
But his structure was then revealed in rhyme,
A picket fence around the albatross.
The two souls entertwined within themselves,
Met in the union of conversation.
Their works now reside on dusty shelves,
And divide to bring souls sole elation.
So two bound so true one to other same,
May wander as soon as variance came.