And this-- here are some concerning [INAUDIBLE].
"Forecast.
Isabel, I could vainly map a happy vale of dolls and balls,
and tell the most various bears a really tale.
But lap to lap the fretting Isabel, pale
in her skinny pout, her wishing well is full
of wishes no one can unspell.
Knots legs, knots arms, knots hair, the world of tots
smiles like a pumpkin into my despair.
I see the lightning in her summer stare.
And I would not by any bribe be kin or kith
or share in all the crying she will bring to bear."