THE POET'S FATE.

Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume VII, Issue 2081, 29 August 1885, Page 2

THE POET'S FATE.

i lleply io li.M.W.M. Immortal bard, whose great triumphant song, With softest cadence swells and rolls

along, _ Before thy talents all my rhymes fall dead, ' Fore thee I bow my poor diminishedhead, And hail thee, mighty Master—you I ween Ave greater poet than this land hafcli seen,

If Epsom ,Salts can make thee less a dunce, Quick, buy a cart-load—take them all at onco, With " Webster's Unabridged" concoct a pill, The senseless vacuum in your brain to fill, Repeat the dose; mind, mix the letters well, Until you know at least the way to spell.

You sneer at. slioepless squatters! Oh, what fate, . "A Daniel come to Judgment," YiaCount. great I , Where are thy flocks and herds, thy boundless lands ' That stretch from Eastern shores to Western sands, Mighty thou art, and in demeanor grand, Your Bole possessions are in what you stand.

My poems dreary! Near to Afric's shore Where desert winds the wild waste sands sweoro'er, Sahara lies, a burning trackless plain; Where awful silence evermore doth reign. Had I to ohoose I'd hesitate not long, But ohoose the desert far before thy song. >;

Has mighty Milton from the Heavenly Host" Come down to Earth and crowned thee as his ghost, Or poor old Timon, numbered with the dead, A present made thee of his pticless head, Or gentle Southey, with Kehama's curse, A spell wove o'er thy doggrel, senseless versa ?

Thy language liquid, sweet as fairy dreams Of Naiads nestling in Arcadian streams, Olympus high we'll raise thee as a god, .; The only poet who on earth has trod, The only genius this lone land lias gofc lor writing rubbish and Almighty "rot." • HQMKA. Maatertou, Aupust 27, 1885.