tell me as a star

Do the musings of my pen impress you,

As so oft'n as they impress me full of

silliness? I wonder because I like you,

With a slipper-shine like that I'm unsure of.

So tell me what you think of Milton,

of Keats. Tell me what impresses you and I

would imitate. If you wanted imitation,

But that is not impressively beautiful,

And I would that my own small thoughts and such,

Humble as they may be on this paper,

Caught you as a star catches a firefly -

I can't - you as the star, I as the fly.