The Sisters' Tragedy, with Other Poems, Lyrical and Dramatic

A PETITION

  To spring belongs the violet, and the blown  Spice of the roses let the summer own.  Grant me this favor, Muse—all else withhold—  That I may not write verse when I am old.  And yet I pray you, Muse, delay the time!  Be not too ready to deny me rhyme;  And when the hour strikes, as it must, dear Muse,  I beg you very gently break the news.