Something made up of rhymes that have done much duty,
Rhymes (better to put it) of “ancientry”:
Bowers of flowers encountered showers
In William’s carol (O love my Willie!)
When he bade sorrow borrow from blithe To-morrow
I quite forget what—say a daffodilly:
A nest in a hollow, “with buds to follow,”
I think occurred next in his nimble strain;
And clay that was “kneaden” of course in Eden—
A rhyme most novel, I do maintain: