Terpsichore (entranced reviewers hymn)
Would swoon upon her lyre for very pleasure.
[p 56]
]If there be aught you cannot do, ’twould seem
The world has yet that something to discover.
One has to hand it to you. You’re a scream.
And ’tis a joy to watch you put it over.
Postscriptum.
If there be any test you can’t survive,
The present test will mean your crucifying;
But I am laying odds of eight to five