Аннотация: You-Gentleman! by dint of long seclusion...
To Poet
You-Gentleman! by dint of long seclusion
From better company, have kept your own
And Piter, and, through still continued fusion
Of one another's minds, at last have grown
To deem as a most logical conclusion,
That Poesy has wreaths for you alone:
There is a narrowness in such a notion,
Which makes me wish you'd change your lakes for ocean.
I would not imitate the petty thought,
Nor coin my self-love to so base a vice,
For all the glory your conversion brought,
Since gold alone should not have its price.
You have your salary; was't for that you wrought?
And Poet has his place in the Excise.
You're shabby fellows -true- but poet still,
And duly scated on the immortal hill.
1814