Here, perfect to a wish,
We offer, not a dish,
But just the platter:
A that's not a
A pamphlet in the look
But not the matter.
I own in disarray:
As to the flowers of May
The frosts of Winter;
To my poetic rage,
The smallness of the page
And of the printer.
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