The Poet Laments His Feeble Text Messages

it is addressed thusly:
We can only hope someday that phone keyboards may be usable.
it reads:
A thousand stories left to tell, and I shall not tell them;
For the kings it's just as well, my pen had not befell them.
If my hand find not to move, o'er gun-gray and silken screen
Still my magic pen behoove: labor's letters great have been.

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