By your nimble fancy, Andrew Lang.
True, some hobbies you were always riding,
—Spooks and spies and totemistic lore;
But so deft, so dext'rous was your guiding,
No one ever labelled you a bore.
But alas! the landmarks that we cherish,
Standing for the earlier, better way,
Vanquished by vulgarity must perish,
Overthrown by "enterprise" decay.
Still with fairy books will you regale us,