For the persifleurs to fill—
There are plums and perks
For the bloke who works
With a tireless, lilting quill—
There are “values,” set in the measured line,
And “jim” in the tuneful scrawl,
Where the ore falls thick
To the light pen-prick,
And the sky is a hanging-wall.
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]There are no high backs in the rhymer’s stope,