Not having learnt each other's views on Art,
Nor in our only chat got really heart to heart.
They'll sound my heart, it's true, but in a way ...
Perhaps they'll ask me if I've had enteric;
But can I tell them that I've writ a play
And have a nephew who is atmospheric?
Or that my people meant me for a cleric
(But Satan didn't)? or even that I shan't
Be left much money by my maiden aunt?—
These are the human links that bind us, but I can't.