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/ "How shall I be a poet? / How shall I write in rhyme? / You told me once ‘the very wish / Partook of the sublime. ' / Then tell me how! Don't put me off / With your ‘another time'!"
/ The old man smiled to see him, / To hear his sudden sally; / He liked the lad to speak his mind / Enthusiastically; / And thought "There's no hum-drum in him, / Nor any shilly-shally."