Her ideas are divine upon art, upon nature,
The sublime, the heroic, and Mr. Carlyle.
I no more am found worthy to join in the talk, now,
So I follow with my surreptitious cigar;
While she leads our poetical friend up the walk, now,
Who quotes Wordsworth, and praises her “Thoughts on a Star.”
Meanwhile, there is dancing in yonder green bower
A swarm of young midges! They dance high and low;
’Tis a sweet little species that lives but one hour,
And the eldest was born half an hour ago.