Here you will find thePoemThe Intruderof poet Christopher Morley
AS I sat, to sift my dreaming To the meet and needed word, Came a merry Interruption With insistence to be heard. Smiling stood a maid beside me, Half alluring and half shy; Soft the white hint of her bosom- Escapade was in her eye. 'I must not be so invaded,' (IN anger then I cried)- 'Can't you see that I am busy? Tempting creature, stay outside! 'Pearly rascal, I am writing: I am now composing verse- Fie on antic invitation: Wanton, vanish-fly-disperse! 'Baggage, in my godlike moment What have I to do with thee?' And she laughed as she departed- 'I am Poetry,' said she.
