Letter in Verse
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ike boys that run behind the loaded wainFor the mere joy of riding back again,When summer from the meadow carts the hayAnd school hours leave them half a day to play;So I with leisure on three sides a sheetOf foolscap dance with poesy's measured feet,Just to ride post upon the wings of timeAnd kill a care, to friendship turned in rhyme.The muse's gallop hurries me in sportWith much to read and little to divert,And I, amused, with less of wit than will,Run till I tire.--And so to cheat her still.Like children running races who shall beFirst in to touch the orchard wall or tree,The last half way behind, by distance vext,Turns short, determined to be first the next;So now the muse has run me hard and long--I'll leave at once her races and her song;And, turning round, laugh at the letter's closeAnd beat her out by ending it in prose.
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