(for L.S., poet)

                                Early and late‚
                                Though turning grief
  May twist at springing love or halfpast life,
  Enchant the heart, the warden and the thief;
  Render the dawn in steel and white
  Till it surrender the bare sun,
  The orange O that comes with heat
  To spend on trees or too pale skin
                                Until all celebrate
  Variety of color, shape, and fruit,
  The mortal summer of both man and leaf
                                In full, prime state,
                                Early and late.