And never straining hard to versify,
I rattle on exactly as I'd talk
With anybody in a ride or walk.
XX.
I don't know that there may be much ability
Shown in this sort of desultory rhyme;
But there's a conversational facility,
Which may round off an hour upon a time.
Of this I'm sure at least, there's no servility
In mine irregularity of chime,