But on occasions she is Sterne,
And when she’s nervous she is Riley.
“Our poet wants to be a Cook
And turn her mind to Ruskin jelly;
She’s very, very fond of Crabbe—
Indeed, of anything that’s Shelley.
“She yearns for Browning, fears not Burns,
And for a Piatt times has sighed;
But yesterday she had a Payne,
And day before an Akenside.