of bees,
And in syllables sweet as their honey,
You say "Mamma wishes to know, if you please,
When you mean to begin to be funny?"
To-night, giddy child, when I enter'd the room
My inducement, believe me, was only
A hope that the wine-cup and dance might illume
For one evening a life that is lonely.
In this region of pleasure my clouded career
May be thought for a time pretty sunny;