I
started out to write a sonnet
And
put my mind right hard upon it;
But ere the eighth line was begun
I found the subject wholly done;
Lo
at the seventh line I stopped,
The
while my bursting brow I mopped,
And called the sonnet half a one.
c.
Sept. 1, 1907
Little
Joker,
For
Oct. ‘98
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