A Reformer.

        You call me trifler, fainéant,
            And bid me give my life an aim!
        You're most unjust, dear. Hear me out,
            And own your hastiness to blame.
        I live with but a single thought;
            My inmost heart and soul are set
        On one sole task a mighty one
            To simplify our alphabet.

        Five vowel sounds we use in speech;
            They're A, and E, I, O, and U:
        I mean to cut them down to four.
            You "wonder what good that will do."
        Why, this cold earth will bloom again,
            Eden itself be half re-won,
        When breaks the dawn of my success
            And U and I at last are one.