Covers.

Must every poet be Wilder, crazed by words
as sharp as knives
Swarming like a bee
To honey, a pleasure in their hives,

A poet's dorment nature
Asleep' as though awake
- speaks with tongue
A Riverbend, and paddles
In beauties sake

create - there words of
Hon-oury' badged without parade
Either side the pages
Bounty

Lay covers
that they made.