LINES BY A REJECTED AND DEJECTED CYCLIST
You do not at this juncture
Feel, as I, the dreadful smart,
And you scorn the cruel puncture
Of the tyre of my heart!
But mayhap, at some Life-turning,
When the wheel has run untrue,
You will know why I was burning,
And was scorched alone, by you!
BRADBURY, AGNEW, & CO. LD., PRINTERS, LONDON AND TONBRIDGE