Why Did I Sketch An Upland Green, And Put The Figure In Of One On The Spot With Me? - For Now That One Has Ceased To Be Seen The Picture Waxes Akin To A Wordless Irony. If You Go Drawing On Down Or Cliff Let No Soft Curves Intrude Of A Woman'S Silhouette, But Show The Escarpments Stark And Stiff As In Utter Solitude; So Shall You Half Forget. Let Me Sooner Pass From Sight Of The Sky Than Again On A Thoughtless Day Limn, Laugh, And Sing, And Rhyme With A Woman Sitting Near, Whom I Paint In For Love, And Who May Be Called Hence In My Time! From An Old Note.