Your sudden rap, and said it must be you —
For step and rap were evermore the same.
We talked of every thing a little while,
And then I took to writing simple themes,
And you to reading—and I could but smile
(Hunting for rhymes, perplexed and lost in dreams,)
To see you knit your thought-contracted brow,
And when you caught my eye, I wrote again—as now!
R. H. S.