To C________

Concealed within the letters of these lines,
(Fate, I suppose, has touched my humble pen,
For mere coincidence, that intertwines
And interacts with words of common men,
Will simply not suffice, to thoughtful minds,
As the solution to this quandary,)
There dances cunningly, and strangely winds
The name – sweet name – of her whose legacy
This crafty work of poetry enfolds:
For in the sum of all these words there lies
The name that you will find this sonnet holds –
If you search zealously – if you are wise.

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