#424
Alas, Writer, Alas
I have a small felicity with language;
Would I had a larger.
I'd put a tempest in a spoon,
Conjure up a smiling moon,
Celebrate the joys of June
With a merry piper's tune.
Felicity, alas,
Has married someone other,
And I'm left a heart of glass.
Alas, for my Felicity, alas.