There was a friend upon whom once Nature played her jokennShe gave him width instead of heightnAnd hands too large for chivalrynA strength of body quite too greatnTo satisfy a soul that craved aesthetic lightnnShe must have smiled when in that framenWas placed a heart so delicatenFor it would vibrate melodynUntil her artifice produced wild rhapsodynnWith eyes that sought insatiablynThe harmonies of life he foundnBut discord and a dark despairnAnd so the jest so well conceived turned tragedynnThe spirit tired and sought release