Classic Poem

There is no ‘mighty purpose’ in this book.
Of that I warn you at the opening page,
Lest haply 'twixt the leaves you careless look
And finding nothing to reform the age,
Fall with the rhyme and rhymer in a rage.
Let others prate of problems and of powers;
I bring but fancies born of idle hours,
That striving only after Art and Ease,
Have scarcely more of moral than the flowers
And little else of mission than to please.