I will go in for Art!"
Full of great rooms and small my Palace stood,
With porphyry columns faced,
Hung round with pictures such as I thought good,
Being a man of taste.
The pictures—for the most part they were such
As more behold than buy—
The quaint, the queer, the mystic over-much,
The dismal, and the dry.
One seemed all black and grey—a tract of mud,