Classic Poem

O! Mimber for the County Louth
Residing at Ardee!
Whom I, before I wander South,
Partik'lar wish to see;—

I send you this—that you may know
I've left the Sussex shore,
And coming here two days ago
Do cough for evermore.

Or gasping hard for breath do sit
Upon a brutal chair,
For to lie down in Asthma fit
Is what I cannot bear.

Or sometimes sneeze: and always blow
My well-developed nose,
And altogether never know
No comfort nor repose.

All through next week I shall be here,
To work as best I may
On my last picture, which is nearer finished every day.

But after the thirteenth,—(that's Sunday)
I must—if able—start
(Or on the Tuesday if not Monday)
For England's Northern part.

And thence I only come again
Just to pack up and run,
Somewhere where life may less be pain,
And somewhere where there's sun.

So then I hope to hear your ways
Are bent on English moves,
For that I trust once more to gaze
Upon the friend I loves.

(Alas! Blue Posts I shall not dare
To visit e're I go—
Being compulsed to take such care
Of all the winds as blow.)

But if you are not coming now
Just write a line to say so—
And I shall still consider how
Ajoskyboskybayso.

No more my pen: no more my ink:
No more my rhyme is clear.
So I shall leave off here I think.—
Yours ever,