metonymy4u

O let me be some fresh untutored youth
in your fair springs and in your eyes—
I would that my voice would never want for growth
upon your midnight there. Then let me see
my name’s work never let down,
let me be confirmed in every breath
in every town. Soon I’ll find a way
to silence shared by all your blighted stars
in their starry lighted sky. Truly though,
I should wonder what’s in a name and why
we seek one’s tender evasive care—nature’s loves
that can never be denied their ghostly due;
though they be lies, I would you loved me true.