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God； whom we see not； is： and God； who is not； we see；
Fiddle； we know； is diddle； and diddle； we take it； is dee。
Algernon Charles Swinburne ＇1837…1909＇
THE WILLOW…TREE
After Hood
Long by the willow…trees
Vainly they sought her；
Wild rang the mother's screams
O'er the gray water：
〃Where is my lovely one？
Where is my daughter？
〃Rouse thee； Sir Constable …
Rouse thee and look；
Fisherman； bring your net；
Boatman； your hook。
Beat in the lily…beds；
Dive in the brook！〃
Vainly the constable
Shouted and called her；
Vainly the fisherman
Beat the green alder；
Vainly he flung the net；
Never it hauled her！
Mother beside the fire
Sat； her nightcap in；
Father； in easy chair；
Gloomily napping；
When at the window…sill
Came a light tapping！
And a pale countenance
Looked through the casement。
Loud beat the mother's heart；
Sick with amazement；
And at the vision which
Came to surprise her；
Shrieked in an agony …
〃Lor'！ it's Elizar！〃
Yes； 'twas Elizabeth …
Yes； 'twas their girl；
Pale was her cheek； and her
Hair out of curl。
〃Mother；〃 the loving one；
Blushing exclaimed；
〃Let not your innocent
Lizzy be blamed。
〃Yesterday； going to Aunt
Jones's to tea；
Mother； dear mother； I
Forgot the door…key！
And as the night was cold
And the way steep；
Mrs。 Jones kept me to
Breakfast and sleep。〃
Whether her Pa and Ma
Fully believed her；
That we shall never know；
Stern they received her；
And for the work of that
Cruel； though short； night
Sent her to bed without
Tea for a fortnight。
MORAL
Hey diddle diddlety；
Cat and the fiddlety；
Maidens of England； take caution by she！
Let love and suicide
Never tempt you aside；
And always remember to take the door…key。
William Makepeace Thackeray ＇1811…1863＇
POETS AND LINNETS
After Robert Browning
Where'er there's a thistle to feed a linnet
And linnets are plenty； thistles rife …
Or an acorn…cup to catch dew…drops in it
There's ample promise of further life。
Now； mark how we begin it。
For linnets will follow； if linnets are minded；
As blows the white…feather parachute；
And ships will reel by the tempest blinded …
Aye； ships and shiploads of men to boot！
How deep whole fleets you'll find hid。
And we blow the thistle…down hither and thither
Forgetful of linnets； and men； and God。
The dew！ for its want an oak will wither …
By the dull hoof into the dust is trod；
And then who strikes the cither？
But thistles were only for donkeys intended；
And that donkeys are common enough is clear；
And that drop！ what a vessel it might have befriended；
Does it add any flavor to Glugabib's beer？
Well； there's my musing ended。
Tom Hood ＇1835…1874＇
THE JAM…POT
The Jam…pot … tender thought！
I grabbed it … so did you。
〃What wonder while we fought
Together that it flew
In shivers？〃 you retort。
You should have loosed your hold
One moment … checked your fist。
But； as it was； too bold
You grappled and you missed。
More plainly … you were sold。
〃Well； neither of us shared
The dainty。〃 That your plea？
〃Well； neither of us cared；〃
I answer。 。 。 。 〃Let me see。
How have your trousers fared？〃
Rudyard Kipling ＇1865…1936＇
BALLAD
After William Morris
Part I
The auld wife sat at her ivied door；
（Butler and eggs and a pound of cheese）
A thing she had frequently done before；
And her spectacles lay on her aproned knees。
The piper he piped on the hill…top high；
（Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese）
Till the cow said 〃I die；〃 and the goose asked 〃Why？〃
And the dog said nothing； but searched for fleas。
The farmer he strode through the square farmyard；
（Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese）
His last brew of ale was a trifle hard …
The connection of which with the plot one sees。
The farmer's daughter hath frank blue eyes；
（Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese）
She hears the rooks caw in the windy skies；
As she sits at her lattice and shells her peas。
The farmer's daughter hath ripe red lips；
（Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese）
If you try to approach her； away she skips
Over tables and chairs with apparent ease。
The farmer's daughter hath soft brown hair；
（Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese）
And I met with a ballad； I can't say where；
Which wholly consisted of lines like these。
Part II
She sat； with her hands 'neath her dimpled cheeks；
（Butler and eggs and a pound of cheese）
And spake not a word。 While a lady speaks
There is hope； but she didn't even sneeze。
She sat； with her hands 'neath her crimson cheeks；
（Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese）
She gave up mending her father's breeks；
And let the cat roll in her new chemise。
She sat； with her hands 'neath her burning cheeks；
（Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese）
And gazed at the piper for thirteen weeks；
Then she followed him out o'er the misty leas。
Her sheep followed her； as their tails did them。
（Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese）
And this song is considered a perfect gem；
And as to the meaning； it's what you please。
Charles Stuart Calverley ＇1831…1884＇
THE POSTER…GIRL
After Dante Gabriel Rossetti
The blessed Poster…girl leaned out
From a pinky…purple heaven；
One eye was red and one was green；
Her bang was cut uneven；
She had three fingers on her hand；
And the hairs on her head were seven。
Her robe； ungirt from clasp to hem；
No sunflowers did adorn；
But a heavy Turkish portiere
Was very neatly worn；
And the hat that lay along her back
Was yellow like canned corn。
It was a kind of wobbly wave
That she was standing on；
And high aloft she flung a scarf
That must have weighed a ton；
And she was rather tall … at least
She reached up to the sun。
She curved and writhed； and then she said；
Less green of speech than blue：
〃Perhaps I am absurd … perhaps
I don't appeal to you；
But my artistic worth depends
Upon the point of view。〃
I saw her smile； although her eyes
Were only smudgy smears；
And then she swished her swirling arms；
And wagged her gorgeous ears；
She sobbed a blue…and…green…checked sob；
And wept some purple tears。
Carolyn Wells ＇186？ …
AFTER DILETTANTE CONCETTI
After Dante Gabriel Rossetti
〃Why do you wear your hair like a man；
Sister Helen？
This week is the third since you began。〃
〃I'm writing a ballad； be still if you can；
Little brother。
（O Mother Carey； mother！
What chickens are these between sea and heaven？）〃
〃But why does your figure appear so lean；
Sister Helen？
And why do you dress in sage； sage green？〃
〃Children should never be heard； if seen；
Little brother！
（O Mother Carey； mother！
What fowls are a…wing in the stormy heaven！）〃
〃But why is your face so yellowy white；
Sister Helen？
And why are your skirts so funnily tight？〃
〃Be quiet； you torment； or how can I write；
Little brother？
（O Mother Carey； mother！
How gathers thy train to the sea from the heaven！）〃
〃And who's Mother Carey； and what is her train；
Sister Helen？
And why do you call her again and again？〃
〃You troublesome boy； why that's the refrain；
Little brother。
（O Mother Carey； mother！
What work is toward in the startled heaven？）〃
〃And what's a refrain？ What a curious word；
Sister Helen！
Is the ballad you're writing about a sea…bird？〃
〃Not at all； why should it be？ Don't be absurd；
Little brother。
（O Mother Carey； mother！
Thy brood flies lower as lowers the heaven。）〃
（A big brother speaketh：）
〃The refrain you've studied a meaning had；
Sister Helen！
It gave strange force to a weird ballad。
But refrains have become a ridiculous 'fad'；
Little brother。
And Mother Carey； mother；
Has a bearing on nothing in earth or heaven。
〃But the finical fashion has had its day；
Sister Helen。
And let's try in the style of a different lay
To bid it adieu in poetical way；
Little brother。
So； Mother Carey； mother！
Collect your chickens and go to … heaven。〃
（A pause。 Then the big brother singeth； accompanying himself
in a plaintive wise on the triangle：）
〃Look in my face。 My name is Used…to…was；
I am also called Played…out and Done…to…death；
And It…will…wash…no…more。 Awakeneth
Slowly； but sure awakening it has；
The common…sense of man； and I； alas！
The ballad…burden trick； now known too well；
Am turned to scorn； and grown contemptible …
A too transparent artifice to pass。
〃What a cheap dodge I am！ The cats who dart
Tin…kettled through the streets in wild surprise
Assail judicious ears not otherwise；
And yet no critics praise the urchin's 'art'；
Who to the wretched creature's caudal part
Its foolish empty…jingling 'burden' ties。〃
Henry Duff Traill ＇1842…1900＇
IF
After Swinburne
If life were never bitter；
And love were always sweet；
Then who would care to borrow
A moral from to…morrow …
If Thames would always glitter；
And joy would ne'er retreat；
If life were never bitter；
And love were always sweet！
If care were not the waiter
Behind a fellow's chair；
When easy…going sinners
Sit down to Richmond dinners；
And life's swift stream flows straighter；
By Jove； it would be rare；
If care were not the waiter
Behind a fellow's chair。
If wit were always radiant；
And wine were always iced；
And bores were kicked out straightway
Through a convenient gateway；
Then down the year's long gradient
'Twere sad to be enticed；
If wit were always radiant；
And wine were always iced。
Mortimer Collins ＇1827…1876＇
NEPHELIDIA
After Swinburne
From the depth of the dreamy decline of the dawn through
a notable nimbus of nebulous noonshine；
Pallid and pink a
