Something fails—
Perhaps the gales—
Still, there are scales
On the rails,
Packed in bales
With the mails,
Coming to a writer who regales
Little friends of his with fairy-tales.
Source: from a letter to Edith Blakemore, February 1, 1881
Something fails—
Perhaps the gales—
Still, there are scales
On the rails,
Packed in bales
With the mails,
Coming to a writer who regales
Little friends of his with fairy-tales.