1. How many a wondrous tale I have for you,
Had I but sent it forth, it would please you,

2. More novel than repetition, fresher still,
When conversation's art does so compel,

3. And I envision you enraptured by its charm,
Tracing it eagerly by your hand's calm,

4. Seeking its gems in wonder and delight,
Relating it to those dear till laughter's height.