DID you ask dulcet rhymes from me?Did you seek the civilian's peaceful and languishing rhymes?Did you find what I sang erewhile so hard to follow?Why I was not singing erewhile for you to follow, to understand— nor am I now;(I have been born of the same as the war was born,The drum-corps' rattle is ever to me sweet music, I love well the martial dirge,With slow wail and convulsive throb leading the officer's funeral;)What to such as you anyhow such a poet as I? therefore leave my works,And go lull yourself with what you can understand, and with piano- tunes,For I lull nobody, and you will never understand me.