Samuel Taylor Coleridge — To Miss Brunton

That darling of the Tragic Muse,        &nbspWhen Wrangham sung her praise, Thalia lost her rosy hues,        &nbspAnd sicken'd at her lays: But transient was th' unwonted sigh;        &nbspFor soon the Goddess spied A sister-form of mirthful eye,        &nbspAnd danc'd for joy and cried: 'Meek Pity's sweetest child, proud dame,        &nbspThe fates have given to you! Still bid your Poet boast her name;        &nbspI have my Brunton too.'