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 "How shall I be a poet? How shall I write in rhyme? You told me once 'the very wish Partook of the sublime:' Then tell me how! Don't put me off With your 'another time'!"

The old man smiled to see him, To hear his sudden sally; He liked the lad to speak his mind Enthusiastically: And thought "There's no hum-drum in him, Nor any shilly-shally."