Poems (Greenwood)/To mr. inman

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TO MR. INMAN.
Moore tells us, in his dulcet lays, A damsel, in the good old days, Fell most imprudently in love With some stray seraph from above; And once—so runs the tragic story—This youth revealed his perfect glory, Which, bursting forth in lurid flashes,Consumed that beauteous maid to ashes!
There was a maid of modern times,Who warning took from these sad rhymes, ​And dreaming not an angel might  With amorous sighs about her hover, And asking not, and caring not, For so combustible a lover, In life's strange drama wisely chose  A safe and less ambitious part,In man alone sufficient found  For fancy, intellect, and heart.

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