TO MY UMBRELLA.
'Twere hard indeed to try to get
A theme without some poem on it—
A vilanelle, a triolet,
An ode, an epic, or a sonnet.
CASTARA'S charms were sung of old,
Both SWIFT and SIDNEY, wrote to STELLA,
But mine it is to first unfold
The praise of my beloved Umbrella.
You are not difficult to please,