• A man of rugged countenance
    Never was he lighted by a smile
    cold , scanty and embarrased in discourse
    backward in sentiment
    lean long
    dusty and dreary
    yet somehow lovable heart

    This, I can not understand
    his intensity of spirits
    involved in his misdeeds
    ready to help than to reprove


    His affections
    Like Ivy
    were a growth of time