Caprice, a Fragment
Displeas'd with my self with my bosom at war
Last night I came home in a wonderful flutter
I took up my harp but the strings all a Jarr
Refused to sing or even to mutter. —
Chagrin'd with my lover the muse and my lyre
I said in my haste I will them discard
My harp Ill this instant throw into the fire
But to part with the rest I'm afraid will prove hard
The heat thus allay'd by the breath of a sigh
Which call'd up a tear that extinguisd the flame
I gave my loud harp one chance more to try
It sounded it soothd me and cleard you from blame
And the muse to inform you then put in her claim
Last night I came home in a wonderful flutter
I took up my harp but the strings all a Jarr
Refused to sing or even to mutter. —
Chagrin'd with my lover the muse and my lyre
I said in my haste I will them discard
My harp Ill this instant throw into the fire
But to part with the rest I'm afraid will prove hard
The heat thus allay'd by the breath of a sigh
Which call'd up a tear that extinguisd the flame
I gave my loud harp one chance more to try
It sounded it soothd me and cleard you from blame
And the muse to inform you then put in her claim
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