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.