Looked less like the man who raked the hay
On Muller's farm, and dreamed with pain
Of the day he wandered down the lane,
And, looking down that dreary track,
He half regretted that he came back.
For, had he waited, he might have wed
Some maiden fair and thoroughbred;
For there be women fair as she,
Whose verbs and nouns do more agree.
Alas for maiden! alas for judge!