The impulse pricked, when fife and drum bade Fair commence,
To bid you trip and skip, link arm in arm with me,
Like husband and like wife, and so together see
The tumbling-troop arrayed, the strollers on their stage
Drawn up and under arms, and ready to engage.
And if I started thence upon abstruser themes ...
Well, 't was a dream, pricked too!
LXXXVIII
A poet never dreams:
We prose-folk always do: we miss the proper duct