I chanced upon some splendid lines
That leapt to touch my soul.
As though to say,"This piece defines
And makes your being whole."
I held the work in such regard
I deemed the writer's fame.
But, when I sought to know the bard,
I found no author's claim.
That one should have such power in hand,
With insight, to invade
A reader's psyche, and demand
A search for more be made,
Informs the thoughtful to observe;
The name of one so blest
Is more than worthy to preserve
And stand out from the rest.
The work, enshrined, will captivate.
But, what a heedless shame,
Some scoundrel deigned to duplicate
Without the author's name.
This affront, to civility,
Decreed that from now on,
The poet's worldly lot : to be
Known only as . . . Anon.