Reluctantly I sat abusing
Some old and sad familiar musing
That for some reason kept refusing
To lie quietly
A thought that in a moment read
Was understood and put to bed
Now prancing once more round my head
O daring memory
Why must thee wallow on the tongue
Barren tree with fruit unsprung
Tormenting, tempting songs unsung
In endless reverie
So oft times I\'ve thought before
Unquiet spirit I implore
Why dost thou rattle through these doors
Of vain assurety
Must I bear this burden hence
Without knowing why or whence
These troubled thoughts but for a pence
In silent suffering