English poem
_A Waning Muse_
by John Kendrick Bangs (1862–1922)
"WHY art thou sad, Poeticus?" said I. So blue was he I feared he would not speak. "Alas! I've lost my grip," was his reply-- "I've writ but forty poems, sir, this week."
Versos English John Kendrick Bangs _A Waning Muse_