ON A GREAT PLAGIARIST.
Phœbus drew back with just disdain
The wreath: the Delphic Temple frowned:
The suppliant fled to Hermes' fane,
That stood on lower, wealthier ground.
The Thief-God spake, with smile star-bright:
"Go thou where luckier poets browse,
The pastures of the Lord of Light,
Aubrey De Vere.