Wrong Number

 

Thalia kissed me where I stood,

Passing thousands by to gird me—

I’d undo it, if I could:

I’d rather she had never heard me!

 

It wasn’t she I quested after—

I’d hoped Erato might enlist me—

All my verse occasions laughter,

Since Thalia kissed me!

Someone once asked me if this was a dig at Leigh Hunt. It does look like one, but I honestly meant it only as a dig at myself.