Even today your royal head may fall—
I think I will not hang myself to-day.
A BALLADE OF AN ANTI-PURITAN
They spoke of Progress spiring round,
Of Light and Mrs. Humphry Ward—
It is not true to say I frowned,
Or ran about the room and roared;
I might have simply sat and snored—
I rose politely in the club
And said, “I feel a little bored;