" One verse, " she says, — " four glittering lines —
A solitaire, — just one. " —
'Tis finished; every facet shines
A star that mocks the sun.

" One earring! that were frightful, sure, —
What Muse would wear but one,
Were that the blazing Koh-i-noor?
One more, since you've begun! "

So, once again, with weary sigh —
'Twere vain my fate to shun —
I rack my brain and roll my eye;
My album task is done!

Done! when those daughters fill their sieve,
When rivers cease to run,
When imps turn angels, then believe
Your album task is done!