SKETCHING the castle.


SKETCHING the castle, there they sit,
A happy group, this summer day:
But I, who cannot draw one bit,
Can sketch it too as well as they.


Yet if you saw my castle-sketch
You might begin to laugh or rail:
I own, indeed, it might not fetch
A price at Mr. Christie’s sale.


For, look. You find no donjon-keep,
No frowning arch, no stern old wall;
And where’s the moat, so broad and deep?
“It’s not,” you say, “the thing at all.”


“You’ve tried to draw an English cot,
A cottage set in flowers and trees,
A fountain near a garden grot,
And birds of song, and hives of bees.


“And there’s a lady, young and mild,
Who smiles her bees and flowers among;
Before her crawls a white-limb’d child,
Beside her sits a husband young.


“And, yes — why, you audacious wretch,
She’s something like Miss Laura there —“
Pooh, hold your tongue, I choose to sketch
My little castle — in the air.castle

S. B.


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