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It watched me in the cradle laid, and from my boyhood's home / It glared above my shoulder-blade when I wrote my first "pome"; / It's sidled by me ever since, with greeny eyes aslant -- / It is the thing (0, Priest and Prince! ) that wants to write, but can't.
It yells and slobbers, mows and whines, It follows everywhere; / 'Tis gloating on these very lines with red and baleful glare. / It murders friendship, love and truth (It makes the "reader" pant), / It ruins editorial youth, the Wantaritencant.