Aye! Many A Rhyme My Pen Has Flown, In Oblivion, All Unknown; Still Many More, Perchance, I Say, Float On In One Unbroken Lay - But Ask Me Naught Of Where Or When, Long As They Ring In Hearts Of Men! Dear Friend, I Say These Words To You, Which Through The Ages Will Be True: Though I Have Power To Combine These Subtle Rhymes Of Each Sweet Line - Yet, I Shall Never Live To See, The Title "Poet" Given Me!