And If I Laugh At

I Love The Language, It Sounds As If It Should Be Writ On Satin With Syllables Which Breathe Of The Sweet South

Egeria! Sweet Creation Of Some Heart Which Found No Mortal Resting-place So Fair As Thine Ideal Breast.

I Am Surrounded Here By Parsons And Methodists, But As You Will See, Not Infested With The Mania.

Muse Of The Many Twinkling Feet, Whose Charms Are Now Extending Up From Legs To Arms.

All Who Joy Would Win Must Share It. Happiness Was Born A Twin.