—By the Fireside.
"Stand still, true poet that you are!
I know you; let me try and draw you.
Some night you'll fail us; when afar
You rise, remember one man saw you—
Knew you—and named a star,"
—Popularity.
"Not a twinkle from the fly,
Not a glimmer from the worm.
When the crickets stopp'd their cry,