Still but an ostrich parent of a batch

Of orphan eggs,—left to the world to hatch.

Superlative Nil!

A vox and nothing more,—yet not Vauxhall;

A head in papers, yet without a curl!

Not the Invisible Girl!

No hand—but a hand-writing on a wall—

A popular nonentity,

Still call'd the same,—without identity!

A lark, heard out of sight,—