The inspiration crawled away and hid.
I found it for a while today,
In a small snuff box, when I lifted the lid.
I don’t know where it’s flown to now.
It’s done it again, just disappeared!
No point in believing that’s the end that I feared.
For some other day, as long as there are blank pages in my book,
I’ll find it again
When I am having a look.