Was wilfully from artless readers hid.
Besides, he wrote blank verse and from a leaning
To heresy was never wholly rid;
Your creed is crystal clear and orthodox,
Your rhymes salute us like a postman’s knocks.
Five dollars for a line! Oh, no, great Ella,
That clearly cannot mark your maximum;
The market-price of your celestia mella
Must far surpass that negligible sum.
Let some obscure American Apella