Golden-Hair'D Ally Whose Name Is One With Mine, Crazy With Laughter And Babble And Earth'S New Wine, Now That The Flower Of A Year And A Half Is Thine, O Little Blossom, O Mine, And Mine Of Mine, Glorious Poet Who Never Hast Written A Line, Laugh, For The Name At The Head Of My Verse Is Thine. May'St Thou Never Be Wrong'D By The Name That Is Mine!