TO HIS MISTRESS.
From a Distracted Grammarian with "To Be" in his Bonnet.
With you, O Superlative Maiden,
There can no Comparison be;
And though Grammar makes "You" Second Person,
You are first of all Persons to me.
At Present my life is Imperfect
(Not Irregular, nota bené),
But with you for Auxiliary, dearest,
How Perfect our Future might be.