Of their great Song in prose; to wit, the woes
Which Maiden true to faithless Sailor owes—
Ah! "Wandering He!"—which now in loftier verse
Pathetic they alternately rehearse.
All gaping wait the event. This Critic opes
His right ear to the strain. The other hopes
To catch it better with his left. Long trade
It were to tell, how the deluded maid
A victim fell. And now right greedily
All hands are stretching forth the songs to buy,