Thomas Steele

“ A lovely land, a lonely land!
⁠Nor house nor home was nigh:
Deep forest glooms on either hand;
⁠Above, the open sky;
The turf beneath was green and soft,
As is a daisied English croft,
⁠Where children love to lie. ”

“ A theory so odd, my friend,
That makes a victim rather funny!
Too soon one feels, when fairly hooked,
The iron doom, depend upon it!
One’s way of life for ever crooked,
A zigzag orbit round a bonnet! ”