Moth-like at night you flit or fly br To where the other patients lie ; br I hear, as you brush by my door br The flutter of your wings, no more. br br Shall I now call you in and see br The phantom vanish instantly ? br Perhaps some sixteen stone or worse. br Suddenly falling through my verse ! br br Nay, be you sour, or be you sweet, br I'd see you not. Life's wisdom is br To keep one's dreams. Oh never quiz br The lovely lady in the street ! br br I knew a man who went large-eyed br And happy, till he bought pince-nez br And saw things as they were. He died br — A pessimist — the other day.