I Have Twankled The Strings Of The Twinkering Rain; I Have Burnished The Meteor'S Mail; I Have Bridled The Wind When He Whinnied And Whined With A Bunch Of Stars Tied To His Tail; But My Sky-Rocket Hopes, Hanging Over The Past, Must Fuzzle And Fazzle And Fizzle At Last! I Had Waded Far Out In A Drizzling Dream, And My Fancies Had Spattered My Eyes With A Vision Of Dread, With A Number Ten Head, And A Form Of Diminutive Size - That Wavered And Wagged In A Singular Way As He Wound Himself Up And Proceeded To Say, - "I Have Trimmed All My Corns With The Blade Of The Moon; I Have Picked Every Tooth With A Star: And I Thrill To Recall That I Went Through It All Like A Tune Through A Tickled Guitar. I Have Ripped Up The Rainbow And Raveled The Ends When The Sun And Myself Were Particular Friends." And Pausing Again, And Producing A Sponge And Wiping The Tears From His Eyes, He Sank In A Chair With A Technical Air That He Struggled In Vain To Disguise, - For A Sigh That He Breathed, As I Over Him Leant, Was Haunted And Hot With A Peppermint Scent. "Alas!" He Continued In Quavering Tones As A Pang Rippled Over His Face, "The Life Was Too Fast For The Pleasure To Last In My Very Unfortunate Case; And I'm Going" - He Said As He Turned To Adjust A Fuse In His Bosom, - "I'm Going To - Bust!" I Shrieked And Awoke With The Sullen Che-Boom Of A Five-Pounder Filling My Ears; And A Roseate Bloom Of A Light In The Room I Saw Through The Mist Of My Tears, - But My Guest Of The Night Never Saw The Display, He Had Fuzzled And Fazzled And Fizzled Away!