Persons who are so o. f. as to like rhyme with their poetry may discover another reason for [p 192] />]their preference in the following passage, which Edith Wyatt quotes from Oscar Wilde:
“Rime, that exquisite echo which in the Muse’s hollow hill creates and answers its own voice; rime, which in the hands of the real artist becomes not merely a material element of material beauty, but a spiritual element of thought and passion also, waking a new mood, it may be, or stirring a fresh train of ideas, or opening by mere sweetness and suggestion of sound some golden door at which the Imagination itself had knocked in vain; rime which can turn man’s utterance to the speech of gods”—
We promised Miss Wyatt that the next time we happened on the parody of Housman’s “Lad,” we would reprint it; and yesterday we stumbled on it. Voila!—
THE BELLS OF FROGNAL LANE.
They sound for early Service
The bells of Frognal Lane;
And I am thinking of the day
I shot my cousin Jane.
At Frognal Lane the Service
Begins at half-past eight,