Empathy is a form of genius
Though is easily seen,
In reflections of W. H. Auden,
It surely takes its toll.
Furrowed etched into his brow
Resembling ravines,
Lines formed as he was wondering,
All nature he extolls.
Now notice please Her Majesty,
Victoria the queen,
Though many keen abilities,
Love was her finest role.
As for Professor Doctor Saks,
Empathy he has been,
Patients seem as his own arm and then,
He tells us of their souls.
Copyright 2014. L.L. Shelton.