TO MLLE. JANE MAY.
"Au clair de la lune,
Mon ami PIERROT,
Prête-moi ta plume
Pour écrire un mot."
Prête-moi ta plume! Could wit borrow a feather
From Cupid's own pinion, 'tis doubtfullish whether
A "mot" might be made which should happily hit
The "gold" of desert; and Love, aided by Wit,
Though equal to eloquent passion's fine glow,