Ah, Lady, if these verses glowed
Warmer than chill appreciation--
If they should lengthen to an "Ode
On Fascination--"
If I should cast this cold restraint,
Nor dam this pen's o'ereager flowing--
If but your portrait I should paint
In colours glowing--
Assuming I should write such dope--
If, haply, you can but conceive it--
As Fahrenheit as Laurence Hope--
You'd not believe it.
YOU'D not; but, oh, Another would!
For, by and large and altogether,
Us potes must be misunderstood.
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What lovely weather!
