“Could you write poetry on horseback?”
“ ’Tis better to ride through a poem than to write one.”
“Would this poem be blank verse or rhyme?”
“Rhyme!” cried Philip.
“Why?”
“Because that poem should make Marion rhyme with Philip.”
“Yes—when it is written!”
“I would rather be the author of that poem than of any other.”
Marion laughed. “You would find it very poor prose when it was done.”
“It would turn all my prose into poetry, if I might hope even to begin it. Marion—”