Here Is A Tale For Infants And Old Nurses: There Was A Man Who Gathered Rags; And Peddled: Who Lived Alone: With No One Ever Meddled: And This Old Man Was Very Fond Of Verses. His House, A Ruin, So The Tale Rehearses; A Hovel Over-Run Of Rats And Vermin; Not Fit For Beast To Live In. (Like A Sermon Embodying Misery And Hell And Curses.) There, One Grey Dawn Of Rain And Windy Weather, They Found Him Dead; Starved; O'Er A Written Paper; Beside A Dim And Half-Expiring Taper: It Was A Play, The Poor Fool'D Put Together, Of Gnomes And Fairies, For His Own Sad Pleasure: And Folks Destroyed It, Saying, "We Seek For Treasure."