Oh fever’d night of sleepless hues!
Know I now of duty’d dues
Unto ones word-wracked neural paths
Churned and spun on Lethos’ lathes.
How to close my brain—each strain
Of thought, then verse, how to restrain
These mental heats that burst and show
Me as the cud-chewn spotted cow
That stalks myself like Ahab’s brow?
Pray hie thee hence away from me!
Allow some peace, some fraughtless space
Wherein verses, strain’d, shall be
Hide me, lobster’s carapace!