“Love rules the Camp, the Court, the Grove—for Love
Is Heaven, and Heaven is Love:”—so sings the bard;
Which it were rather difficult to prove
(A thing with poetry in general hard).
Perhaps there may be something in “the Grove,”
At least it rhymes to “Love:” but I’m prepared
To doubt (no less than landlords of their rental)
If “Courts” and “Camps” be quite so sentimental.