Insincere Yearnings

Had I the mind of Milton,
Or had I Shelley's flair,
These rhymes would not be built on
Air.

Had I the heart of Byron,
Or the art of Ezra Pound,
This verse would not be iron-
Bound.

Fain would I be as highly
Endowed as some who sing;
To write a Field or Riley
Thing!

For, O my love, I'd pick you
The ingredients of the great,
That I might be articu-
Late

Yet though than Wilde less witty,
Less humorous than Hood,
I guess this stuff is pretty
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