To May Howard Jackson⁠—Sculptor + 

You saw the vision in the face of clay, + 

And fixed it through the magic of a hand + 

Obedient unto the will’s command, + 

In forms impervious to Time’s decay: + 

Historian of bloods that interplay + 

Confusedly within a cryptic land, + 

You’ve chiseled, and your work of art shall stand + 

To gem the archives of a better day. + 

Alone, far from the touch of kindred mind, + 

You’ve mounted with a grim, determined zeal, + 

Despite environment austere, unkind, + 

Or frozen-fingers clenched to your appeal, + 

You’ve held the ardor of your first ideal, + 

Robed in a queenly majesty, resigned. + 