I SEND with this the paltry rhymes
That I have writ, at idle times,
When in my mind there stood
Before my eyes a dream, a thing
Of which 't is well enough to sing
When in a singing mood.
But let me tell you words like those
Are not the heart's; we speak in prose
At any serious time;
And so I 'll say no more to you,
Lest you should think my words untrue
Simply because they rhyme.
E. C. P.