And fair aspirants round him in a swarm;
Here is our Centaur, with desponding lyre;
And here the Wufflet with adoring sire!
Now come the veterans of Victorian years—
Kipling in khaki, Binyon in tears,
Here Yeats, with eyes distraught, and tangled hair,
Moans the lost vogue of Deirdre, in Mayfair;
While aged Moore, detached, a little bored,
Tells doubtful tales to Mrs. Humphry Ward.
See, now, Dame Propaganda lifts her gamp