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.