To write a poem here, my child,
I really have no leisure ;
And though the Muse has on me smiled,
She comes not at my pleasure.
So I must bide the wooing time
She holds within her keeping ;
And when her breathing bids me climb,
Be found with heart unsleeping.
(Gerard Addington D Arcy Irvine)
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