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AS I sat, to sift my dreaming
To the meet and needed word,
Came a merry Interruption
With insistence to be heard.
Smiling stood a maid beside me,
Half alluring and half shy;
Soft the white hint of her bosom—
Escapade was in her eye.
"I must not be so invaded,"
(IN anger then I cried)—
"Can't you see that I am busy?
Tempting creature, stay outside!
"Pearly rascal, I am writing:
I am now composing verse—
Fie on antic invitation:
"Baggage, in my godlike moment
What have I to do with thee?"
And she laughed as she departed—
"I am Poetry," said she.
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Based on Keywords: antic, cried-, composing, interruption, escapade, fly-, bosom-, verse-, departed-, vanish-