To Robert Frost

What a good wordsmith you are,
Best poet of them all by far.

I wish I had your fluent ease,

And could create fine rhymes that please.

No airy-fairy words from you,

Your writing is clear, deft and true.

Yet all your work is drawn from life,

The light of reason shining through.

Your poems have a subtle edge,

And hint at hidden meanings; 
I sense you lived out on a ledge,
Perhaps had darkish dreamings.

I've added an extra verse in the middle of this. Am curious to know if it is an asset or not.