A Song of Impossibilities When little fishes learn to speak, Or poets not to feign; When Dr. Geldart construes Greek, When Pole and Thornton honour cheques, Or Mr. Const a rogue; When Jericho's in Middlesex, Or minuets in vogue; When Highgate goes to Devonport, Or fashion to Guildhall; When argument is heard at Court, When Sydney Smith forgets to jest, When kings that are are not the best, When peers from telling money shrink, Or Grecian scrip to rise; When German poets cease to dream, Americans to guess; When Freedom sheds her holy beam When Ireland is a happy home, I may be yours again! When you can cancel what has been, Or alter what must be, Or bring once more that vanished scene, When you can tune the broken lute, Or rear the garden's richest fruit, When you can lure the wolf at bay Back to his shattered chain, To-day may then be yesterday I may be yours again! 329 Winthrop Mackworth Praed. SONG Go and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root; What wind Serves to advance an honest mind. If thou beest born to strange sights, Ride ten thousand days and nights, Till age snow white hairs on thee; Lives a woman true and fair. If thou find'st one, let me know; Though at next door we might meet. Yet she Will be False, ere I come, to two or three. John Donne. THE OUBIT It was an hairy oubit, sae proud he crept alang} A feckless hairy oubit, and merrily he sang: "My Minnie bade me bide at home until I won my wings, I shew her soon my soul's aboon the warks o' creeping things." Double Ballade of Primitive Man This feckless hairy oubit cam' hirpling by the linn, 331 A swirl o' wind cam' doun the glen, and blew that oubit in. Tak' warning then, young poets a', by this poor oubit's shame; Though Pegasus may nicher loud, keep Pegasus at hame. DOUBLE BALLADE OF PRIMITIVE MAN He lived in a cave by the seas, He lived upon oysters and foes, To prove he had never a pan, But he shaved with a shell when he chose, 'Twas the manner of Primitive Man. He worshipp'd the rain and the breeze, He buried his dead with their toes Tucked-up, an original plan, Till their knees came right under their nose,— His communal wives, at his ease, He would curb with occasional blows But he sang in a strain that would scan, On the coasts that incessantly freeze, With his stones, and his bones, and his bows, On luxuriant tropical leas, Where the summer eternally glows, He is found, and his habits disclose (Let theology say what she can) That he lived in the long, long agos, 'Twas the manner of Primitive Man! From a status like that of the Crees In a fancied accordance with Mos . es, 4000 B.C. for the span When he rushed on the world and its woes,'Twas the manner of Primitive Man. But the mild anthropologist-he's Not recent inclined to suppose Flints Palæolithic like these, Quaternary bones such as those! In Rhinoceros, Mammoth and Co.'s First epoch the Human began Theologians all to expose, 'Tis the mission of Primitive Man. ENVOY Max, proudly your Aryans pose, But their rigs they undoubtedly ran, For, as every Darwinian knows, 'Twas the manner of Primitive Man! Andrew Lang. PHILLIS'S AGE How old may Phillis be, you ask, Whose beauty thus all hearts engages? To answer is no easy task: For she has really two ages. |