The postman's form its shadow cast,
The door he sought with footsteps gay,
The Times and Punch are here at last.
Out with them; but 'tis very strange,
The envelope is open torn—
'Tis but the Herald of the morn;
His paper they have dared to change.
He only said, "The Herald's dreary,
Dreary, indeed," he said;
"It's very look has made me weary;