On English ground my scene I set,
And wonder if I touch as yet,
What we have termed a "Costume Play!"
If I have over-writ, and laid,
It may be here, it may be there,
The fat too thickly on,—with care
To cut it down be not afraid.
But oh, if here and there I seem
To have half-said what I should say,
Give me the start—I'll fire away,