Strange Truth and Beauty are enemies, <br />Treading forever on each other's toes! <br />Strange rhymes are always made of that which is <br />Too false or silly to be said in prose! <br />Now here's a sonnet by our village poet <br />'Inscribed to Kate,' in most romantic style, <br />Whereas,-and one with half an eye might know it,- <br />He means Sophronia Tompkins, all the while. <br />He sings of 'golden curls.' If fiery tresses <br />Had heat to match their hue, her hair would burn;- <br />He mentions 'airy grace,'-while she possesses <br />A form as shapeless as an old-time churn, <br />Heavens! after this I never shall inquire <br />Why people always call the poet's song a LYRE!<br /><br />Elizabeth Akers Allen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/truth-and-beauty/
