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I used to think that this environ- / Ment talk was all a lot of guff; / Place mattered not with Keats and Byron / Stuff.
If I have thoughts that need disclosing, / Bright be the day or hung with gloom, / I'll write in Heaven or the composing- / Room.
Times are when with my nerves a-tingle, / Joyous and bright the songs I sing; / Though, gay, I can't dope out a single / Thing.
And yet, by way of illustration, / The gods my graying head anoint.
I wrote _this_ piece at Inspiration / Point.