On a Caroline Poet

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On a Caroline Poet

THIS lord of a romantic wit

Was subtle without knowing it;

For Subtlety expires in air

If of herself she grow aware.

Oft with a reveller's gait did he

Stagger into profundity,

As mariners that chartless rove

May drift on isles of treasure-trove.

Title
On a Caroline Poet
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greatwar_watsonretro008