Oh! The panel and the inks I miss panned
And the dream that suspend, to meet the thrust!
Rather to engineer an odious trust
Alas! That shabby paint gone bust & burst

Hey, should I ever borrow?
A wild-wild path that confers sorrow
On the visage sketches furrow
'And the slumber that lifts to next morrow'  

Still I am missing the empty panel 
And am searching for an yeti's annal.