XIII

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XIII

My friends, what means this odd digression?

May be that I by heaven’s decrees

Shall abdicate the bard’s profession,

And shall adopt some new caprice.

Thus having braved Apollo’s rage

With humble prose I’ll fill my page

And a romance in ancient style

Shall my declining years beguile;

Nor shall my pen paint terribly

The torment born of crime unseen,

But shall depict the touching scene

Of Russian domesticity;

I will descant on love’s sweet dream,

The olden time shall be my theme.