Before putting pen to a dry broadside
vouch these sonnets a just lineation.
Christina heralds the good sidhe worldwide,
calm, sagacious, and past numeration.
Her quest is redress for the lovelorn heart.
In revel and vision trance wild she tells
inscrutable sorrows - the sibyl's art -
then renders the blue dove valentine spells.
What need to hail her in secular script?
She augurs the age in vatic verses.
Seal this tribute in a helium crypt;
make of these sonnets heavenly hearses.
Because we commend you your endeavor,
prosper Christina, always and ever.
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