But I am apt to grow too metaphysical:

"The time is out of joint,"[504]—and so am I;

I quite forget this poem's merely quizzical,

And deviate into matters rather dry.

I ne'er decide what I shall say, and this I call[JE]Much too poetical: men should know why

They write, and for what end; but, note or text,

I never know the word which will come next.