Five of the seven verses were written off-hand; the other two took a week,--that is, were hanging round the desk in a ragged, forlorn, unrhymed condition as long as that.

All poets will tell you just such stories.

C'est le DERNIER pas qui coute.

Don't you know how hard it is for some people to get out of a room after their visit is really over?
They want to be off, and you want to have them off, but they don't know how to manage it.

One would think they had been built in your parlour or study, and were waiting to be launched.