Divinest, but his lyric had a tone,。，AN ORSON OF THE MUSE
You snarled tut-tut for welcome to tum-tum,。，She tells them firmly she is full;
February 1887.。，In vision and solidity; it lives.
。，Were the long drawing of an equal breath
It struck him the dog had a sense。，
And have become, are wise. The gain is great。，Till we conceive her living we go distraught,
And fables of their Northman breed; -。，And none more kindly gives and takes hard knocks.
。，Unhappy poets of a sunken prime!
You have perchance observed the inebriate's track。，Nor know they us. Yea, well enough
The joy, the bloom, and the illusive power,。，Some yards from the woodman's hut.
。，At city-windows, touching eyelids bleared;
。，Honoured the sons of Earth shall hold thee high:
It seemeth mad to quit the Olympian couch,。，Charged with an Axe nigh on the occiput.
，'Spiral,' the memorable Lady terms。，Adieu! the sun sets; he is gone.