But they seem after Tennyson, Shelley, and Poe
Just a trifle too Rosy for Billy Barlow—
Oh, dear Raggedy, oh!
Ulalume and Ænone for William Barlow.
Erst, they're short. Then they breathe in their mystical tone
An essence, a spirit, a draught which alone
Can content Billy's lust, for the weird and unknown
(Billy's out of his depth) they've an undefined sense
Of the infinite 'mersed in their sorrow intense
(Billy's sinking! A rope! Some one quick! Damn it! hence