Scrawl on till death release us from the strain,
Or Art assume her highest rights again;
Let Henley, to assert his tawdry muse,
Damn other bards by scurrilous reviews,
Feeding with rancour his congenial mind,
Himself the most cantankerous of his kind;
Let Andrew Lang undaunted, take his stand
Beside his favourite bookstalls, secondhand;
Let 'Pseudonyms' appear in yellow pairs,
Let careful Stannard sell her 'Winter' wares,