My Muse And I

How oft we try, my muse and I,

     To make a rhyme ‘twill pass;

But always fail, it’s no avail,

     Alas! Alas! Alas!

“But try once more!” my muse did roar,

     “We’ll hit it by and by”;

So once again I take my pen

     And try and try and try.

Editor dear, I send you here

     Some lines they call blank verse;

Although it’s light I think it might

     Be worse, be worse, be worse.

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‘Twas a success, for every press

     Did quote it near and far;

My muse and I did loudly cry:

     “Ha ha! ha ha! ha ha!”

Sep. 27, 1890

Pub. in the

Camb. Press