And yet poor Edwin was no vulgar boy,
Deep thought oft seemed to fix his infant eye,
Danties he heeded not, nor gaude, nor toy,
Save one short pipe of rudest ministrelsy;
Silent when glad, affectionate, yet shy ...
And now he laughed aloud, yet none knew why.
The neighbors stared and sighed, yet blessed the
lad;
Some deemed him wonderous wise, and some believed
him mad.