Scarce suited so apt a pupil?
"Come back! From the beggarly elements
To a more recondite issue
We pass till we reach, at all events,
Some point that may puzzle.... Why 'pish' you?"
From the ground looked piteous up the head:
"Daily and nightly, Master,
Your pupil plods through that text you read,
Yet gets on never the faster.
"At the selfsame stand,—now old, then young!