KARL THEOBALD responds as TED

And what i needed, that never seemed to come.
However much I prodded at the opaque indifference
Of this mechanical pagent. This fury of promise.
That never seemed to come. However much I teased and
bullied and pleaded with this remote page. This empty mirror.
What I needed. I, who must now become Judas to the bond.
I who could conjure a molten fox and knew the shapes that ovid keeps.
I could not make it come. Not even through ancient beats of the chested drum.
What i needed. What I thought was rightly mine as servant of the muse.
Must have passed me by. Or maybe I was used.
What I needed but never rightly had.
That I could not pull from the memory of the lad.
What i needed to help you live.
Was love my love. I never had love to give.