And can but love the loving.”
THE POET’S REASON.
I live to write; and write, good friend.
In part, I know, for you;
Though, while I do so, in the end
Myself it pleases too.
“The world,” you think, “may prize my rhymes.”
Of old, I hoped it would.
But many and many have been the times
I only deem’d them good!