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STILL I love to rhyme, and still more, rhyming, to wander / Far from the commoner way; / Old-time trills and falls by the brook-side still do I ponder, / Dreaming to-morrow to-day.
Come here, come, revive me, Sun-God, teach me, Apollo, / Measures descanted before; / Since I ancient verses, I emulous follow, / Prints in the marbles of yore.
Still strange, strange, they sound in old-young raiment invested, / Songs for the brain to forget- / Young song-birds elate to grave old temples benested / Piping and chirruping yet.
Thoughts? No thought has yet unskilled attempted to flutter / Trammelled so vilely in verse; / He who writes but aims at fame and his bread and his butter, / Won with a groan and a curse.