TO ———.

O Sue! you certainly have been

A little raking, roguish creature,

And in that face may still be seen

Each laughing love's bewitching feature!

For thou hast stolen many a heart;

And robb'd the sweetness of the rose;

Placed on that cheek, it doth impart

More lovely tints — more fragrant blows!

Yes, thou art Nature's favourite child,

Array'd in smiles, seducing, killing;

Did Joseph live, you'd drive him wild,

And set his very soul a-thrilling!

A poet, much too poor to live,

Too poor in this rich world to rove;

Too poor for aught but verse to give,

But not, thank God, too poor to love!