I used to think that this environ- <br />Ment talk was all a lot of guff; <br />Place mattered not with Keats and Byron <br />Stuff. <br /> <br />If I have thoughts that need disclosing, <br />Bright be the day or hung with gloom, <br />I'll write in Heaven or the composing- <br />Room. <br /> <br />Times are when with my nerves a-tingle, <br />Joyous and bright the songs I sing; <br />Though, gay, I can't dope out a single <br />Thing. <br /> <br />And yet, by way of illustration, <br />The gods my graying head annoint . . . <br />I wrote this piece at Inspiration <br />point.<br /><br />Franklin P. Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-environment/
